I Remember the Light
I remember the light. I was sitting at the table working, and there were screams of giggle and glee all around me. A rousing game of hide and seek led my middle to the prime hiding spot—behind the curtains. It was in his excitement that he pulled the curtains around himself and accidentally pulled the rod down leaving a heap of curtains and hardware sitting on the floor. Looking back, it seems like an ominous foreshadowing for the way the…