DIY Anger Management (Matty, part 2)

‘Matty,’ Dad calls. I’m out back, chopping wood. Helps me stay calm. Dad and I get on a lot better since I’ve taken charge of the firewood.

‘Matt, Dad. I’m not a little kid anymore.’

‘Don’t I know it,’ he grumbles. He holds out an envelope.

‘A letter? What century is this?’

Dad’s frowning. I put down the axe and take the letter. It’s my name alright. In Mom’s handwriting. I hand it back.

‘Snow’s on its way. I’d better finish with the logs.’

‘Don’t you want to know?’

‘No. She’s about four years too late. I’ll be a while.’