At My Son’s Celebration, My Sister-in-Law Took the Microphone

in the parking lot.

He held Mason once.

One time.

Then he said, “I’m gonna screw him up, Han.”

I remember exactly where I was sitting.

Vinyl chair by the window.

Rain running down the glass.

The nurse had left a packet about breastfeeding on the tray table and somebody had abandoned half a tuna sandwich in my room by mistake.

I said, “Then don’t come in and continue reading …