home from work hungry drained something easy tv a quick snack bag needs unpacking laundry put away dishwasher unloaded reloaded I scurry half finish one task distracted by a new mail on the counter unmade bed books everywhere make it to the fridge open the door nothing leftover See this piece featured in the published issue of Orichalcum Tower Review .

Marco and I walk the long hallways of O’Hare airport and round the many corners before arriving at the back of the customs line. We groan as we realize how long we have to wait. Maybe 20 minutes passes and my dad texts my brother and me. He tells us that Mom fainted at a funeral she was attending and he is on his way to see her in the hospital. His texts are always so formal, like an email at work. I scoff and thank him for the update. My brother reminds him to keep us update