😮 I removed the handcuffs from a prisoner and recognized the tattoo of my dead father. He died in Vietnam three months before I was born; I never knew him. 💔 And this 67-year-old man, accused of stealing medicine from a pharmacy, had the same military badge on his arm that my mother has had framed in the living room for forty-eight years.

you’d already been through enough. But your dad didn’t choose who to save. Your dad froze. He was twenty-two years old, and his body gave out from fear, like anyone else’s. He was the one stuck in the mud, unable to move.”

“…So who…?”

“Me. I dragged Güero. I dragged your dad. Both of them.” She was trembling all over. “I made up the ‘chose’ bit a while continue reading …