103/365 12/02/2025

Morning on the last day of my high school junior year, I shuffled out of my room and found my dad sitting on the couch, wearing my letterman jacket. I went on past and into the kitchen, hoping there was coffee. As I poured, I called back into the living room, “I’m gonna need my jacket!” 

Two beats later came his response, “My jacket now!” 

I sighed and let my head fall forward with the weight of it before scanning the counters for empty beer cans.