Rosa noticed that I was smiling.

‘You look like you remembered why you built this place,’ she said.

‘It wasn’t so Trevor could tell people he owned half of Houston,’ I admitted.

We laughed.

Then I told her about the small donation I planned to make to a nonprofit that offered construction apprenticeships to people who had aged out of foster care.

Not a grand announcement, just equipment and training stipends.

Rosa offered to identify experienced supervisors who could volunteer.