At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
Charles asked:
“Can we make something else?”
I thought.
“Maybe.”
He nodded.
Not:
I promise.
Good.
Charles asked:
“Can we make something else?”
I thought.
“Maybe.”
He nodded.
Not:
I promise.
Good.