Freckle Inventory
Freckles scatter across his face, neck, arms. They hide beneath clothing. A large one dots his ear. Five pepper his cheek. I’m not sure I’d take such careful inventory if my partner hadn’t told me how, months before we met, she bent down at the funeral home to press her lips to the freckle above her son’s mouth, one I still search for in photos seventeen years later. Now that we have a child together, I scan for new ones as he grows. Our son already has so many freckles, so many I hope I’m never forced to choose between.
Photo Credit: Kayla Sawyer
Well written. Paints a picture of all parent’s worries.
Painfully beautiful!
Beautiful story! It really packs a punch in so little words.
So evocative!
powerful story in 100 words.