GS-The turkey was still warm when he said it. I had not returned home…

Additional aid reduced the rest. I would still need to work for food and housing, but there was a path.

A narrow one.

A difficult one.

A real one.

Dad was beside his truck when I ran outside with the letter.

“I got in.”

He wiped his hands on a shop rag. “Where?”

“MIT.”

He looked at the envelope.

“In Boston?”

“Cambridge.”

“That’s the same distance from here.”

I continue reading …