The Daydreams

by Laura Hankin

he listened to me when I talked about my dad. He didn’t try to pretend that he understood what it felt like because his dog or grandpa had died, and he didn’t say anything about how it was God’s plan. He listened, and told me what he remembered about my dad—that he’d been so funny, this light in the room, and that I had that same kind of light, so it was like my dad was living on.