them automatically.
I never said, “I told you so.”
I didn’t need to.
One afternoon, David came by carrying a new photograph of my granddaughter.
He knocked.
That detail stayed with me.
My own son knocked on the front door of the house where he had grown up and waited for me to invite him inside.
When I opened the door, he wiped his shoes carefully on the mat.
He handed me the picture.
“The house looks great, Mom.”
I looked down the hallway.
All my family photographs were back
