At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
“Samuel.”
“So I will respect that.”
Pause.
“Mostly.”
More laughter.
I shook my head.
Then he began talking about injured veterans navigating life after service.
Not me.
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