Chapter 74: Reflections

When Michael was little, he would fall down and scrape his knee or bump his head. Tonya would pick him up and gingerly kiss the scratch. She’d ask him if that made it feel better, and he always nodded his head yes. His crying would subside once he gasped for air.

“A boo boo is God’s way of telling us that it’s time to take a break,” she would tell him. He would cling to her. She would hold him tight. They’d eventually sit down and quietly look at a book.

I ran through my internal library of mem...