Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried

One was small, one had long hair, and one wore a shirt with a crooked row of buttons.

There was room beside my figure, and she had filled it with a small tree.

“Who is the tree for?”

“Nobody.

I wanted a tree there.”

She reached for the court’s stamped order.

I moved it closer to myself before she could draw on it.

“Is that the paper that says I can stay here?”