My 15 year old hugs li’l bro, gives him the best spot on the couch.
The #s in a column on the government website become 1 tear in my right eye.
A man I’ve never met lends my son 1 kick drum when his breaks.
He climbs 3 steps, leaves it on my front porch. He walks away, texting.
She passes 2 cans of soup to me.