I watch you paint a childhood picture for your grandchildren, different from the one I remember.
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I watch you paint a childhood picture for your grandchildren, different from the one I remember.
My sister lies dying. She cradles a rag doll. “It looks like you,” she says.
I was alone, always alone now, and when the doorbell rang I went to answer it. I’d been expecting him but only found the emptiness of the dark night outside.