Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
She considered this while I threaded a needle with pink cotton.
I had found a small sewing tin in the kitchen drawer, and the thread was not quite the same shade as the blanket.
Renata said that did not matter because the corner was too small for anyone to notice.
I took two careful stitches, then passed the needle back into the tin.
“Can Grandma come to the concert if I say yes?”
“Yes.”