My Parents Disappeared From My Life for Years Until One Night They Sat at My Table Without Knowing

sidewalk.

I walked to table twelve and stood beside it.

The table was clean. Set for tomorrow. Fresh linen. Polished glasses. A small candle in the center waiting to be lit.

I put my hand on the back of the chair where my father had been sitting and I stood there for a while, feeling the wood under my palm, feeling the weight of the evening settle into continue reading …