My Son Sold My Wheelchair to Pay for His Cancún Vacation—Six Days Later, He Returned Home and Discovered His Key No Longer Worked
Thomas’s roses had begun blooming again.
One yellow flower leaned toward the path.
She hadn’t been close enough to see it in weeks.
She rolled nearer.
Reached out.
Touched a petal.
For a moment, she simply sat there.
Not thinking about Daniel.