by Marie Mastracci
Dad walks into the kitchen and is surprised at my presence. “How long are you visiting?” he asks. I tell him I’m leaving tomorrow and tears leak from his cloudy blue eyes. “One minute I’m yelling and the next I’m crying,” he says. There is no time to remind him the yelling was many years ago. A shadow crosses his face as he asks, “Who are you?”
6S - C1
Marie Mastracci is a 52-year-old grandmother trying to write well.