You don’t expect your life to change because of a toothbrush.
But that’s really how my summer of lost and found started, with one missing object.
My mom had let me stay up late watching TV. My dad was out at a book signing – or so I thought. After a rerun of a detective show started, I shuffled into the bathroom to brush my teeth. But when I pulled open the medicine cabinet, my hand reached toward only two toothbrushes in the three-shaped holder. The third, my dad’s, was missing. I checked to see if it had fallen behind the sink, but it wasn’t anywhere. It was gone on purpose.
Wasn’t it late for my dad to not be home?
And who brings a toothbrush to a bookstore?