Melancholy Milestones
It innocently arrived in my mailbox – a small plain postcard. Four short lines announcing an open house for my eldest daughter to attend at our neighborhood high school because she will be entering its halls in the fall. The flutter felt in my stomach soon folded into a pit. I was wrapped in emotion as I took a screenshot to send to her dad so he too could plan to attend. When he responded “ok” indicating that he got the information, I tried to reach out. I feebly replied that I promised I would try not to cry through
