Gone to See the Man Upstairs

When I was about 4, my parents made me sleep in the bed of a man who had died. I didn’t know him. All I knew was that he used to live upstairs, he was now dead, and I was in trouble for not taking my nap that day.

Lora S., as told to ts

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