For Your Mustache
“Okay, boys. Who do you want to pray for? I said. Knox replied, “Ozzie Albies, my Star Wars books and my fish pictures.” “Sounds good. Eli, what about you?” I asked. “Umm, Vera (his cousin) and umm.” Eli’s eyes disappeared as his smile grew wider. He looked attentively at my upper lip and placed his tiny index finger beneath my nose. He tapped it twice. “I wanna pray for your mustache.” “My mustache?!” I questioned with a silly voice. The…