For Years I Resented the Homeless Boy My Mother Fed. After Her Funeral, He Revealed the Secret She Had Kept From Me.

Angry at Daniel for not taking my side.

Angry at Dad for leaving, although I had never admitted that last part aloud.

The anger had helped me organize grief into something I could point at.

I replayed the last sentence twice.

Then I walked into the garden, where weeds had begun pushing through the flagstones, and worked until the sun went down.

Mom had left a stack of notebooks beside the sewing machine.