During a Family Livestream, My Niece Snapped the Bracelet Off My Wrist

it carried: war and survival and music and migration, my grandmother’s choices and the choices I was still in the process of making. The faint scar caught the lamplight when I moved my hand. I liked the way it looked. It did not pretend the break had not happened. It honored it.

A mutual friend at the museum mentioned a week later, over coffee, that continue reading …