the history of our street changed the trajectory of my decade.
As I stood to leave that day, I made a lighthearted comment. I told him he shouldn’t be wrestling with heavy bags anymore and that he should just call me next time he needed a hand at the store. It was a casual offer, the kind people make all the time without truly meaning it, but Ezra took it to heart. What started as a joke quickly solidified into a sacred Sunday routine.
Over the next twelve years, I
