her Tupperware to her chest.
I didnât cry at first. I felt strangely calm. Until Liam approached with a folded piece of paper. ââMy mom says you keep letters,â he said. ââDepends on who writes them.â ââI wrote this one.â I opened it. It said, in big, crooked handwriting: âThank you for giving soup to my great-grandpa. My mom says because of you we got continue reading âŚ