My Son Brought

family make you feel less-than was mine.”

He looked back at the letter.

“She said ‘that boy.’”

“I saw.”

“Not my grandson.”

“No.”

He folded the letter carefully and handed it back.

“What are you going to do?”

I took the letter and tore it in half.

Then in quarters.

Then smaller.

Caleb’s eyebrows rose.

“That was dramatic.”

“I learned from television.”

He laughed.

I continue reading …