At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

Sunday morning. She was excited, actually. She always tried so hard to see the good in them. She waved at us from the driveway, clutching her favorite backpack, and I told her we’d be back before dinner.

“Okay, be good. Listen to Grandma and Grandpa.”

She nodded seriously, like I’d just given her a mission.

The meeting ended earlier than expected. Instead continue reading …