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(Grandpa Slim reading me a story, circa 2009-2010) I don’t remember much about my great-grandfather, Grandpa Slim. What I do is random and unspecific: the old-fashioned wooden calendar that hung in his apartment, the balcony there that I loved but he never used, and he, my mom and I watching a tv show about a …

Dear Soldier

Winter Break, early January 2020: Ding-Dong! The faint sound of the doorbell reaches me in the basement, momentarily shattering the silence around me. For the past half-hour or so, I’ve been working on an upcycled picture frame for a school project. With Mom upstairs doing dishes, Sophie doing who knows what in her room, and …