I vividly remember your pathetic wrinkles. Your cheeks always flushed as though you suffered from chronic red man syndrome. I was haunted every few years by your tilted, forced smile that seemed to always land in a permanent frown. Skin care was not your expertise huh? I was 10 years old. I couldn’t tell my mom because you were the reason our cabinets were fully stocked. I didn’t tell my dad because he was never around to see you to believe it. I should have told my…
