My father shouted: At Least The Army Pays Her Rent

myself making that joke.”

“You didn’t hear yourself,” I said. “You chose yourself.”

He nodded.

“Yes.”

Another honest answer.

They were arriving late, but they were arriving.

“I don’t know how to be your father now,” he said.

That sentence reached a place I had locked long ago.

Because beneath all the rank, all the anger, all the proof, I still knew the answer continue reading …