Allison Brandt — The Blue Folder They Never Expected
At the cake table, Kyle watched our son smear frosting across his cheeks.
“He looks like you when he’s concentrating,” he said.
“He looks like you when he decides the spoon is optional.”
We smiled.
It was a simple exchange, but it felt like evidence that we might one day talk without hurting each other.
After the guests left, I found my old suitcase in the hall closet while looking for more garbage bags.
Its handle was cracked, and one wheel had always stuck.
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