15 Neat Facts That Deserve Their Day In The Sun
It's been three months since I left the city, and it feels like three years. Three days ago I was back in my apartment for the first time in forever. My mother and sister were gone to visit my grandfather and his new wife, who had moved from Chicago to Florida. They left me alone with Dad, and he's not much company these days—a lot of times we don't even speak to each other at all. He sits at his desk, staring into the middle distance, and I sit at mine on my sofa, reading.
He's not dead; that would be a shock. But when I see him sitting there so still... I think sometimes that he must know he will die soon, and is trying to find peace by withdrawing into himself.
One day, while reading on the sofa, I suddenly got up and walked over to Dad's desk, curious about the piece of paper he keeps there every day, reading it whenever he's not staring off into whenever. It was a list of fifteen facts, and it went: