My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

chair. A lamp. A stack of diapers. A little battery-operated night-light shaped like a moon.

There were flowers in a mason jar on a crate serving as a bedside table. Yellow daisies from our yard.

From my yard.

I don’t know why that hit me harder than the bed.

Then I saw the Polaroids.

Three of them clipped to a string with clothespins. Karen holding a newborn continue reading …