I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

is its own form of armor. His hands were folded in his lap. He looked between my mother’s face and my father’s face with the attentive seriousness of someone reading a room he has just walked into, which is what he was doing. He had his father’s eyes. He had always had his father’s eyes, and standing in that foyer watching my parents look at my son,continue reading …