My Son Brought

them. Because Caleb could choose them freely.

Over the next month, things settled into a new shape.

My mother sent two more letters.

I returned both unopened.

My father called from a different number once. I answered by accident.

He said, “Are you finished punishing us?”

I said, “Are you ready to apologize?”

He hung up.

Progress, in its own way.

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