At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
“Does it still hurt?”
“When the weather changes.”
“Weather’s terrible.”
“Thank you, meteorologist.”
He took my forearm carefully.
We climbed.
Halfway up, I looked back.
Habit.
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