The Teacher

Almost midnight, but lights are still on. Brace myself. Ring the bell.
Try to listen for footsteps, but cicadas scream loudly enough to wake the dead.
Finally, there’s a rustle. The door opens and despite sunglasses I must squint against the brightness.
Granddad huffs: “Look what the cat dragged in!” but he grabs me and pulls me inside. I’m kissed. Smiled at. I belong.
In my grief I pushed away everyone – except those who would not let go. And Genet, may he rest in peace, was the one who taught me to see how lucky I am to have them.