I Thought I’d Face Graduation Alone After Losing Both My Parents-Then Someone Suddenly Covered My Eyes

of stationery beneath a dish towel.

I glanced at the clock. “It’s 4:15, Nana. I come home at 4:15 every day.”

“Do you? My goodness. Time keeps getting away from me.”

I noticed the corner of an envelope beneath the towel but did not ask about it. In those days, I had become skilled at not asking questions.

My parents had di:ed 7 months earlier on a rain-slick continue reading …