A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

yet? When are you taking me home?”

And every single Sunday, I invented a new lie.

“Dad, you know how it is with supply chains these days. The lumber hasn’t arrived.” “Dad, the city inspectors are backed up on permits. It’s government red tape.” “Dad, the contractor got COVID, we have to wait another week.”

He would sigh, looking small and defeated, but continue reading …