with love, your little girl.
a letter for my father
You were the only child of Margaret and Nelson. I didn’t know the name of my grandfather until we went to the funeral home. When the funeral home director asked, Grandma had a delayed response, as if she didn’t want to release the secret of his identity to all of us. It always seemed like she wanted to forget he ever existed, to continue convincing herself that your presence was a visit from the stork or a rerun of the virgin birth.