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

rose over the leaves.

“Look, Mommy,” she said, her voice high and clear. “It went up high.”

I held the rabbit against my chest, waiting for the tears that usually came when she realized she was empty-handed.

Instead, she turned and smiled at me, her cheeks flushed from the heat.

“It is flying,” she said, repeating the words softly as continue reading …