I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

searching through cans and boxes. I found a can of Del Monte sliced peaches in heavy syrup that had probably been sitting there since last Thanksgiving, forgotten in the back.

I grabbed a stick of butter from the fridge and the cinnamon shaker from the spice rack.

I didn’t have time to bake a real cobbler with crust—and Victor wouldn’t be able to chew continue reading …