My 101-Year-Old Grandmother Hadn’t Left Bed in Two Years—Then She Came to My Daughter’s Birthday With a Locked Red Suitcase and Said, “Take Off Her Left Sock”

“Exactly.”

Mark looked at me.

I shrugged.

At 101, Margaret had earned several privileges.

One was unreasonable suitcase ownership.

The party began an hour later.

Pink and white balloons.

A small cake.