I had to knock at the door now. So I did, hard, my knuckles white with impact. A way to note my displeasure, to begin knocking after growing up here, and another 10-plus years of coming in the door without hesitation with grandkids in tow. A sound “eff you”—rap-rap—on the door of the house that I considered my home.And his new companion opened the door and stood in front of me - wearing my mother’s jacket.
Tears and lots of hugs for you!
I know you know. 😢❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹