My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

saw something I’ve been pretending not to see.”

I didn’t rescue him from that sentence.

Didn’t soften it. Didn’t help.

He swallowed.

“When she told me to pack the food, I knew it was wrong. I just… did it anyway.”

I said nothing.

His eyes got wet, though he kept blinking like he could stop that from being true.

“I keep doing that.”

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