My mom found it by accident in my dad’s drawer. She was too embarrassed to ask him what it was…

all part of its story.

Now we keep it near the front door.

Not because we need to use it every day.

But because it belongs there.

It reminds us that sometimes the things we do not understand are not things to fear. Sometimes they are pieces of family history, waiting for someone to ask the right question.

My mother thought she had found something strange continue reading …