The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

you carried me like that when I was a kid.”

My chest tightened.

“You don’t remember,” I said softly. “You were sick with the flu. You couldn’t walk. You were burning up. I carried you to the bathroom and you kept apologizing.”

Ryan laughed through his tears.

“I did?”

“You did,” I said. “You said, ‘Sorry, Dad, sorry.’ Like being human was an inconvenience.continue reading …