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

he said I could get both because it’s a special day.”

Dad stood by the car door, hands in his jacket pockets.

Wind pushing at his thin gray hair.

He didn’t say much.

Just, “We had a good time.”

I nodded.

He nodded back.

Small stuff.

Maybe all he had.

On the kitchen counter later, while Noah showed me the biplane and explained propellers in a rush of third-grade continue reading …