My Son Brought

cover.

“I was saving for one.”

“I know. Now you can save for something fun.”

He looked up.

“You didn’t ask Grandma for money, right?”

The question pierced me.

“No,” I said. “And I never will.”

He nodded.

Then he handed me my gift.

It was a framed photo of the two of us from the county fair that summer. I was laughing because Caleb had just spilled lemonade continue reading …