A Rainbow Flag, Freshly Laundered

September 4, 2012
I watch my mother's delicate hands smooth the folds in my new rainbow flag as she unleashes a whisper of silky steam and presses down with the iron. She drapes it over the chair by the window, next to my dad's work shirts, taking care not to let it touch the ground.

And my eyes and lips turn skyward in praise, for I am blessed.

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