My Son Brought

Someone from my parents’ church would come in for salt or batteries and ask how his Christmas was.

I offered to call for him.

He shook his head.

“I’m not hiding.”

So I drove him.

Before he got out of the car, he paused with his hand on the door handle.

“Do you think they opened the presents?”

The question surprised me.

“I don’t know.”

He nodded.

“I hope Grandpa continue reading …