My Brother Was Believed Dead for Eight Years Until I Found Him Working at a 7-Eleven

But I do. I keep it folded in a small box with the first corrected copy of my brother’s records, my mother’s old cemetery gloves, and a photograph from last Christmas.

In that photo, Ivan is standing behind our mother’s chair with both hands on her shoulders. Hannah is laughing at something outside the frame. Rebecca is pretending she isn’t crying. continue reading …