I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

a little when he reached for his water.

Then Ben ran in from the backyard because my mother had let him come over with Michael after all. Coat half-zipped, cheeks red.

“Uncle David.”

He launched himself at me. Nearly knocked my glasses off.

Kids don’t care about adult stories unless adults teach them to.

I hugged him back.

“Hey, buddy.”

He looked around the continue reading …