Roots Only Grow For The Son
Language: en
The holidays were screaming toward us—that frantic, tinsel-draped stretch between Christmas and New Year—when my parents dropped the bomb. They were leaving. Not for a vacation, but for good. "Tyler and Madison said things are too crazy at work," my father announced, not looking me in the eye as he packed a crate of old records. "They can't get the time off to fly back here. It’s too much of a hassle." "So your father and I decided we’ll just go to them," my mother added, her face lit with a glow I hadn't seen in years. She looked twenty years younger just talking about it. "If Madison and…