NY-For twenty-five years, my stepfather broke his …

child, but with a worn tool belt, hands hardened by cement, and a back straightened by years of labor. He was a construction worker, though to my four-year-old mind that meant only that he came home dusty and smelled of mortar, sun, and iron. His boots were always dirty no matter how carefully he scraped them outside. His shirts had permanent stains.continue reading …