Christmas,” he said.
There was caution in it.
“Merry Christmas.”
We opened presents under our crooked tree.
I gave Caleb a used laptop I had bought from a coworker whose husband refurbished computers. It wasn’t new, but it worked beautifully. Caleb stared at it for a long time.
“Mom, this is too much.”
“No, it isn’t.”
He ran his hand over the smooth black continue reading …
