My Son Brought

fishing once.

Caleb pulled out another. “This is for Grandma. It’s that hand cream she likes from the store downtown. The lavender one.”

My mother had once mentioned that hand cream at Easter. Caleb had remembered for eight months.

He kept going.

A snow globe for Ashley, with a tiny Christmas village inside.

A set of grill spices for Mark.

A horse charm continue reading …