A Mind Meld

The handcuffs sing as his wrists dance back and forth behind his back. He shifts side to side as he struggles to free himself. Don’t let anyone notice what you’re doing or how it’s done. The tiny click sounds and the metal clanks to the ground behind him. “Tada,” he exclaims as his daughter cheers wildly. That animated girl? It’s me.

My dad reminded me of this magic trick he used to show me when I was a bright-eyed, curly haired, spoiled little brat. His words. I was just a tiny one-year-old....