When I stepped onto the porch, I didn’t knock.
The door opened anyway.
My parents stood there like they’d been holding their breath for ten years.
Gray in their hair.
Deep lines around their mouths.
When I stepped onto the porch, I didn’t knock.
The door opened anyway.
My parents stood there like they’d been holding their breath for ten years.
Gray in their hair.
Deep lines around their mouths.