A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

her into her car seat, checking the metal clasp twice to make sure it was secure.

“Are we going to Uncle Harold’s house to play with the big wooden trains?” she asked, swinging her legs against the back of my seat.

“No, sweetie,” I said, looking at her in the mirror. “We are going to our new home.”

“At Aunt Rachel’s?” she asked, her voice high and light.continue reading …