Part Twenty-Two: August

My son is four and a half and he is the loudest thing in any room he is in, and he has a scab on one knee at all times, and his current position is that he is going to be a garbage truck.

Not drive one.

Be one.

I need to write down something about the first year and I have been putting it off through nineteen parts.

There were days in that first year when I could not look at him.