My aunt was right about this stranger, the eyes, we share them. Is what confronts me really all they say--a monster, a menace, not worthy of freedom?
Hidden from me for a lifetime, Mom can no longer shelter; I’m grown. As I pick up the phone on my side of the world, I hear my father’s voice for the first time. He says he didn’t do it, and while I don’t know what it is, these eyes we share don’t lie. They’ll soon know.