There's a Tree on My Roof—and It's All Good

by Zinta Aistars





My son was hanging out in the driveway when I got home from work. He looked like he was just out there enjoying the first stars of the evening. It had taken me a little longer to get home from work, as high winds had tossed me around on the Interstate all the way home. He waited until I got out of the car, pulling my briefcase off the passenger seat.

"There's a tree on the roof."

I blinked, looked at him, took in his perfectly calm, slightly bored countenance. Nothing rattles t...