After we buried Mom, Dad played a few shows to get us some money. Destruction Band had become so famous.

Sophia, forever, I’ll be singing your name. 

THE INJURY BY SUNSHINE BARBITO

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 66

My dad tells me to put on an old shirt. He doesn’t ask me to help paint, just tells me to. Laura gets down on her knees, a paintbrush in her hand. Dad bends down by Laura. He holds his breath, lets out a grunt like it hurts, and then he picks up a br…

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