When Lily asked to grow marigolds, I bought two packets of seeds and let her select the containers.
Dad helped carry furniture upstairs and spent an afternoon hanging pictures, including the drawing Lily had made while I was hospitalized.
I framed my handwritten note and displayed it beside her artwork.
For a long time, I’d considered hiding the note because it reminded me of everything I’d nearly lost. Eventually, I understood it represented something more.
Even when frightened and uncertain, part of me had recognized that I deserved truthful answers.
I’d tried to preserve that knowledge for my future self.
On the anniversary of my departure from the Whitcomb house, Dad came for dinner carrying a small cake from our favorite bakery. GetParenting Tips
Gentle rain fell outside while Lily arranged paper napkins around the kitchen table and proudly announced that our balcony marigolds had grown six new flowers.