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arrived.

I had invited them.

That still surprised me.

My mother brought groceries. My father brought a toolbox. Neither behaved as though an invitation meant everything had been healed. They moved carefully, grateful for the small permission of simply being there.

We repaired the porch railing together.

My father steadied the boards while I worked the drill.continue reading …