An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment

A little wooden owl.

Cheap.

Ugly.

My father bought it at a roadside craft market before he died.

I had attached Mom’s spare apartment key to it so I would never mistake it for another key.

The owl was gone.

“Raul.”

He was watching television.