My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

and a horseshoe pit. My mother stood in the garden with dirt on her knees and a trowel in her hand and said these stay.

One of the only times she did.

And they stayed for thirty years. Through every argument and every silence and every time Rex said my house in front of company, those hydrangeas kept blooming. Blue and purple and stubborn and alive.

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