My Son Brought

shone, but no tears fell.

“I don’t know if he’d want to now.”

“Ask him.”

“What if he says no?”

“Then you accept it.”

My father nodded slowly.

“That’s the part your mother keeps telling me.”

I almost smiled.

“She’s right.”

He looked at me then.

“I’m sorry, Laura.”

I studied his face.

“For what?”

He deserved the question. They all did.

His jaw tightened, but he answered.continue reading …