A New Chapter
Not long ago, our neighbor, Mr. Palmer, came by with fresh strawberries from his garden. He’s a widower with kind eyes and the gentlest dog. He stayed for tea. Talked about books. Offered to help fix a broken window latch.
When he left, Ellie watched him walk down the porch and whispered, “He’s a good one, I think.”
I smiled. “You think I should trust your radar now?”
She nodded firmly.
And I laughed—really laughed.
Because for once, our house felt whole. Not perfect, not fancy. But whole.
