Those memories aren’t false because some things went wrong.

But good memories can’t be used as permission to hurt me now.”

By the time the soup was ready, Daniel had made enough mistakes to make us both laugh.

He had added too much pepper, forgotten the bay leaf, and insisted the potatoes needed another twenty minutes.

Thomas would have enjoyed teasing him.

We carried two bowls to the table.

Daniel tasted the soup, closed his eyes, and said it reminded him of childhood.