We baked chocolate chip cookies.
Built blanket forts in the living room.
Watched old cartoons.
Every Sunday morning he insisted we make pancakes using Grandpa’s old cast-iron pan.
« They taste better this way, » he’d always say.
Those moments became my reason to smile again.
For years, nothing changed.
Until my son, Daniel, accepted a promotion.
Soon afterward, my daughter-in-law, Melissa, began working from home.
At first, everything sounded perfectly reasonable.