My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

the one things happened for. Her recitals had full flower arrangements. My high school graduation got a sheet cake from Pick ‘n Save with my name spelled Averi.

My father used to catch it, sometimes.

Not always.

But enough that I remember.

He’d slide fifty-dollar bills into birthday cards for me and tell me not to mention it. He took me to car auctions continue reading …