My Mother Gave Me 24 Hours to Leave So My Sister Could Move In, but I Had Been Preparing for Weeks

clothes for a week, my laptop, my work files, a small box containing letters my father had written me during my first year away at college. The letters were written on yellow legal pad paper in his handwriting, each one beginning with “Dear Ava” and ending with some version of “your mother sends her love,” which had always been the most politely diplomatic continue reading …