If Not For You...
My mother inched behind him, and with her frail frame, she overpowered the moment with a shriek. We locked eyes, my father and I, and for the first time I sensed his calmness. I aged a dozen more years in that one moment, boldly walking away toward my bottom bunk. Laying on my side with a bird’s eye view of the door just in case, I pulled my blue, floor length Smurf nightgown over my knees, taking solace in the synthetic.