My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

Melissa.

The Part She Forgot I Had

Melissa had gotten used to my memory being soft.

Maybe because I didn’t argue much. Maybe because our parents always rewrote events in her favor before the dust even settled.

But I keep things.

Not because I’m sneaky. Because she’s flaky.

Texts.

Voicemails.

Doorbell camera clips.

A little folder in my phone called MELISSA,continue reading …