How It All Blew Up

by Arvin Ahmadi

I was drunk. Being drunk can be a great thing and a terrible thing. It can help cover up your emotions, or it can expose the hell out of them. It can help you make friends and lose them.

I won’t dock points for those little things, even if they meant something at the time, because I don’t want them to define a beautiful moment. Life’s not about keeping score like that. It’s just not. It’s about finding people who see you—because the minute they do, everything else goes away. All the points even out.”

It’s time I look at Amir not with the weight of answers, but with the comfort of questions. Perhaps

friend of mine with older children likes to say that at the beginning of your children’s lives, you are teaching them. But there comes a point in life when they begin to teach you. I am starting to see that point. The ship is turning around. It will be a stormy ride, but we are going to make it through this journey together. All of us.