Morning. Max left for school. Way after it was time for my work. Marko ate breakfast, oatmeal with dinoeggs and brown sugar. He ate the small oatmeal amount I could tell when I came home after work at 7:30 to find a bowl with a spoon, determined to not do dishes himself. The light around 9:30 pm was always spectacular. Pure silver. Camera out, I snapped a few images before she pulled the plug on my music. In other words, all done. I tied up balloons and he took off for home to change for the locker room. I followed Chloe into the closet size room. She stood in behind the scorekeeper. I held my phone steady. Drake and Hiphop Songs played. “I just realized they’re the soundtrack of my life,” she said. Mine too.
