My Sister Erased Me From Every Photo Until I Took Back Everything I Paid For

of someone adjusting to a reality that is not going to accommodate itself to their preferences.

“Okay,” she said.

I drove home that evening through the ordinary streets of the city in the ordinary light of late afternoon, and I thought about the photographs, the ones with the warped sky and the shadows that didn’t belong to anyone. I still had them. continue reading …