My Son Brought

The whole Whitaker Christmas Eve crowd.

I looked at the bag. “Caleb.”

“What?”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

I wanted to say more, but his face stopped me. There was hope there, guarded but real. A hope I had seen too many times before family gatherings.

Maybe this time.

Maybe if I show them I care.

Maybe if I give the right thing, say the right continue reading …