When I read this beautiful piece I knew it might be fiction. When I shared it with my wife — stopping multiple times to fight off tears — I joked that it probably was a fictional story. Every day we indulge the imaginations of artists. Sometimes the power of art to move us depends on our ignorance. In this instance, I am happy not knowing. If it were an article claiming knowledge or access or experience that is purely invented (e.g. “My Lunch With Ev”), then I might think otherwise.