Sick Day Communion

“May 1986, the day of my First Communion in Italy. My father battling the flu and me battling the awful bride-like dress that scratched my neck and made me itch everywhere. My mother was clearly on the verge of a breakdown, having to take care of lunch and all the guests on top of everything else. Apparently my brother was the only one having a good time.”

(submitted by Greta)