My Son Brought

was doubt in his eyes.

Not because he didn’t believe me.

Because he wanted to.

Hope can be frightening when it has disappointed you before.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.”

I started the car again.

We drove home.

Our house was a rented two-bedroom ranch on Cedar Lane with a cracked front step and a furnace that clanked like it was fighting for its life. Our Christmas continue reading …