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That Still-Framed Moment In Time
That still-framed moment in time, when I’d forgotten my knee guard and Mom had driven back home so I could retrieve it.
I hurried inside. At the foot of the stairs was my dad. From somewhere, upstairs, a strange woman’s voice called his name. Dad and I stared at each other in shock and disbelief.
Then, I ran outside with the knee guard and got back into Mom’s car.
“Dad’s home early,” I said.
“He said he might be,” Mom said.
For a long while, Mom and I rode in silence. Our breathing began to fog up the windshield.
“I have a feeling we’re gonna win today, Mom.”
My mother looked at me and smiled. I don’t know why I smiled back, but I did.
Photo by Yinglan.