I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

cleaner.

He was just… less.

Less considered.

Less included.

Less ordered for.

I saw it in little spots. Family photos where nobody called him over. Birthday cakes with his name squeezed onto the side if somebody remembered. Grandpa taking Easton to baseball card shows but telling Noah maybe next time, buddy, when next time never seemed to find our address.continue reading …