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It was just the two of us huddled in the front seats, shielding ourselves from the sideways rain and the forty degrees. Waiting out a girls 9U soccer practice that seemed futile given the weather.

The glove compartment had been emptied, the contents fingerprinted and crammed back inside until it closed again. Maps in the side pocket had been relieved of their accordion shape and been left for something less frustrating.

Like this blue marker.

And the back of a full-page, Costco receipt.

Which was all my son needed to draw.

His version of us.

Holding hands.

In a patch of grass.



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