My Son Brought

candles had to be ivory, never white. The children had to wear something nice enough for pictures but not so nice they couldn’t sit on the carpet.

That year, I almost didn’t go.

Two weeks earlier, my mother had called to ask what Caleb “needed” for Christmas.

Not wanted.

Needed.

I told her he had been saving for a used laptop because his old one had a cracked continue reading …