I Remember – #511

I remember Anna’s father standing on a ladder, his head disappeared into our asbestos roof as he gauged the dimensions of the ceiling and the trusses.  And when he emerged, sweat pouring down, even though it was cold.

-14 February 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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