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

The words stopped in my throat.

Then I smiled at the empty room.

“You were right,” I said softly.

“They came back.”

Not my parents.

The tomatoes.

The small, stubborn things he’d tended year after year.

I cut the tomato into slices, added salt, and ate it standing beside the sink.