My Mother

gone to bed, Daniel and I sat on the back porch watching fireflies blink above the grass.

He handed me his phone.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“The video.”

My stomach tightened.

“I don’t want to watch it.”

“I’m not asking you to.” He sat beside me. “I’m asking what you want me to do with it.”

I looked through the window toward the kitchen, where Lily’s drawings continue reading …