Friday, October 24, 2008

The only thing saving me

I did not see my dad much after my parents divorce. One of my enduring memories of him was when he came over to help me carve my pumpkin. After he left, I lit the candle myself and set my jack-o-lantern on our porch.

I could hear the older neighborhood kids laughing from my room as they stomped it in.

That was 36 years ago.

Anonymous e-mail message to PostSecret (Week of Oct. 19th, 2008).

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