My Parents Died Before Graduation and I Thought No One Would Be There for Me — Then Two Hands Covered My Eyes From Behind
“They built this home out of love.
They poured it into these walls for years.
And when the storm came — and oh, my darlings, what a storm it was — that love did not break.” Her fingers tightened over ours.
“It held.
Do you hear me?
It held.”
Chapter 17 — The Small Kitchen
That evening the three of us sat around the small kitchen table and ate a plain, good supper — Evelyn’s soup, warmed up, and bread, and not much else.