They Said They Did Not Recognize My Grandson Until I Responded

smashed cake into his hair and everyone laughed.

I laughed too.

But every so often my eyes drifted to the two empty lawn chairs by the oak tree, and I hated that I had put them there. I hated that some small wounded part of me had still made space for them, had still believed up until the last moment that they might walk through the gate.

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