one of me in uniform, and another showing herself between Laura and me during a summer picnic.
A classmate asked whether she wished she had a more ordinary family.
Emily answered before looking at me.
“My family is ordinary because people die, plans change, and the people who remain still have to choose each other.”
Her answer reminded me of the child sitting beside a washing machine, twisting a ribbon while wondering whether she represented something shameful.
After the presentation, we went home and made Caroline’s chicken recipe from the
