My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.
It came from spending a day on something that mattered to me.
On my way inside, I noticed a package at the front door.
Inside was a handmade Christmas ornament: a little blue house with a tiny green door.
On the back, Sophie had written, Grandma’s new place.
There was no letter from Colin or Jessica.
Just the ornament.
I hung it on the tree and sat watching it until the room grew dark.
PART 14
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