spiral notebook filled with photographs and handwritten observations.
I won first place.
Dad arrived forty minutes after the awards ended.
Teachers were folding chairs.Places of Worship
Parents were carrying poster boards toward the parking lot.
I stood beside my table holding a blue ribbon.
Dad hurried into the gym wearing the same khakis he had worn to Vanessa’s competition.
“Your sister’s event ran long,” he said.
He looked at the ribbon.
“Good job.”
Then he checked his phone.
That was it.
Good job.
The greenhouse stayed in our backyard
