I am learning about my past 
through questions from my 
great aunt to my father. 
She is 88 and he is nearly 94.

When did you know you were
color blind? she asks in a letter. 
I ask him as we write a letter 
in return.  Thoughtfully, in a
measured response, he says.
my dad was the one who knew. 
It was before I started school. 

I never knew this about the man 
who raised me, until today.
Another precious moment he
remembers…

6/28/25
KW