The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

Flores refilled her bird feeders.

A bright little finch landed on the fence and tilted its head toward us.

“Do birds remember houses?” Lily asked.

“I think they remember places where they feel safe.”

“Then I hope that one comes back.”

“So do I.”

It returned the next afternoon, and several times that week.

Lily began keeping track in a notebook.