My Son Brought

about the gifts.

He listened quietly.

“They opened them?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“I think so.”

He stared at the table.

“Did they like them?”

The question broke something in me.

“Caleb.”

“I know. I just wondered.”

I sat beside him.

“I’m sorry they didn’t call.”

He nodded.

Then he looked at me with a strange expression.

“I think that helps.”

“What does?”

“They continue reading …