I had no idea what was inside that box.

I only knew, from the gravity in my husband’s face, that whatever it was, it was serious, and that he had been carrying it, waiting, since before we left home.

“This is important,” Caleb said to her, quietly.

“So I need you to listen.

If Grandma ever tries again to make you feel invisible, or unwanted, or like you are less than everybody else in her house, then you get to give her this box.” He paused, making sure she was with him.

“But only if you decide to.