Chapter 2: The Blue One
The blue umbrella wasn’t expensive. It had a wooden handle, a silver button that stuck, and Darren’s slanted handwriting inside the strap because Eli used to lose everything when he was little.
But he never lost that umbrella.
Darren had bought it two months before his illness took him. Since then, Eli carried it everywhere.
“It’s gone, Mom,” he whispered.
“What do you mean, gone?”
He swallowed.
“I gave it to someone.”
For one brief second, I was not proud. I was not gentle. I was just a tired widow staring at another empty place where my husband used to be.
“Eli,” I said carefully, “that was from your dad.”
“I know.”
“Then why would you give it away?” Continue Reading ⬇️
