Every time Father fails to keep his Saturday visit, he sends us gifts: silver dollars, seashells, Belgian chocolate. Last week, Chris received an original Willie Mays baseball card. For me, jewelry, which I’ve already lost. Today it’s snow globes. My shelves are crammed with enough gifts to make me cry.
Lisa Marie Lopez resides in Northern California. She loves coffee, baseball, turtles, and taking walks. Say hello at facebook.com/authorlisamariefiction.
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