Birthday Lunch
I took the top picture from the pile that contained the pictures of father and me. It showed a head shot of us both in profile: we gaze deeply into each other's eyes, and my lips are slightly opened. I can't place the picture at first; then the memory of that day floods in... My twentieth birthday -it is always birthdays I remember best -I woke to find Father already gone from our bed. I padded into my bathroom and took care of my morning ablutions. Grabbing my robe from where it hung on...