My Mother Told Me I Could Not Wear My Uniform At The Memorial Until A Veteran Stood Up

me so tightly I had to remind her about my healing ribs. “Sorry,” she said, pulling back.

“I forgot you’re breakable.”

“I am not breakable.”

She gave me a look. I sighed. “Fine.

Slightly dentable.”

She smiled, then grew serious. “Don’t disappear again.”

“I didn’t disappear.”

“I know. But don’t let us lose you again.”

“I’ll call,” I said.

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