My Parents Returned With a Moving Truck After Grandpa’s Funeral, But He Had Left One Final Instruction

It was an opening, and I was allowed to decide later what to do with it.

PART 14: The Day the Garden Came Back

By early summer, the tomatoes were growing against the fence again.

I planted the seeds Grandpa had saved and used the same battered trowel he’d carried around for decades.

Mrs.

Alvarez came over with lemonade, and we spent an afternoon clearing weeds from the bean rows.

When the first tomato ripened, I took it inside and placed it on the kitchen counter.

I almost called out, “Grandpa, look.”