My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

“You made this sentimental.”

“You’re old.

It’s allowed.”

“Gideon helped, didn’t he?”

“Obviously.”

I hung it in my hallway.

Not because I wanted to remember fear.

Because I wanted to remember what stood opposite it.