My Son Brought

looked back at the house.

“You okay?” I asked.

He thought about it.

“Yeah.”

I waited.

He smiled faintly.

“I’m not waiting outside anymore.”

I looked at the house too.

The windows glowed warm, just as they had the year before.

But they no longer promised something we needed.

They were only windows.

The warmth that mattered was inside the car.

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