My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

“Harlan,” she called over her shoulder.

“A woman in military uniform says she knows us.”

My father’s voice drifted from somewhere inside the house.

“Tell her we’re busy. We have enough people coming before Maribel’s wedding.”

Wedding?

My younger sister was getting married.

Nobody had told me.

No invitation.

No message.

No phone call after my deployment ended.continue reading …