Paper leaves

Have I ever told you about my first kiss? I was 8. He was 13. My mom knew his dad from church; his mom was studying for a cosmetician exam. She needed help on the English. My mom volunteered my dad, who brought me to their house on those weekend tutoring sessions and Jonathan, the poor teenager, was instructed to entertain the little kid who tagged along. They lived in a big, sprawling house that…