We reorganize our lives.
Daniel installed proper safety devices and I temporarily moved to my mother’s house while organizing reliable night supervision and professional support.
Some mornings I recognized both of us.
Other mornings I called Daniel by my father’s name.
But my son never corrected her harshly.
Instead, he smiled and said,
Good morning, Grandma. I’m Daniel. I’m here with you.
One afternoon I found him sitting next to him, holding the same black bag.
This time she wasn’t crying.
They were looking at pictures of their wedding.
“That’s me,” she said proudly, pointing to the young bride.
“You were beautiful,” Daniel replied.
She looked at him and smiled.
“How kind young you are. Do I know you?
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.
“Yes, Grandma. I’m your grandson.
