THE FAMILY
by John Stifter
Jan 26, 2017
3 minutes
Mom and Dad and Big Sisters
Two years old, cold, and wearing weird red-andwhite plastic ski boots, I clutched her leg like I snuggled my teddy bear. I wouldn’t let go. But, according to the dusty four-by-six-inch photos in the “Christmas 1985” album, my sisters pried me away from mom’s leg to the domain of the hatless daycare ski instructor. Mom and Dad went on to ski by themselves, stealing a few hours away
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