Not physically.
Emotionally.
At the bedroom door, he stopped again.
His hand trembled.
My mother squeezed his shoulder.
Then gently pushed the door open.
Grandma was awake.
A small lamp illuminated the room.
She looked tiny beneath the blankets.
Smaller than I remembered.
Older.
Tired.
But when she saw who stood in the doorway…
Everything changed.
Her eyes widened.
For a moment nobody moved.
