When the Eight-Year-Old Boy We Were Adopting Came Home With Everything He Owned in a Black Bag—Then My Missing Brother’s Watch Fell Onto His Bed

Didn’t.

Objects do not need their biographies announced to every stranger.

He repaired the movement.

Oliver wore it once to graduation.

Then put it back in his pocket because:

“Pocket watches are inconvenient.”

David would have been devastated.

I found that funny.