At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
My arm recovered well.
The plates remain.
Airport security has never cared.
Cold rain still sometimes produces a deep ache.
When that happens, I know weather is coming before the forecast does.
Samuel calls it my:
“expensive barometer.”
He still uses the cane.