My Son Brought

you remember people.

The way you never give up on anyone.

The way you made fudge even for people who did not deserve sweetness from your hands.

But he had not paid enough attention to know those things.

“I came here to help,” my father said stiffly.

“No,” Caleb replied. “You came here to make Mom go back to normal.”

The words landed hard.

My father turned continue reading …