She shook her head. Her voice was barely audible. “No, dear. But don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.”
We both knew that wasn’t true.
She hesitated, pride flickering across her face, then nodded slowly. She took my arm, her grip steadier than I expected, and together we made our way through the snow to my small, drafty home.
A House That Made Room for One More
The moment we stepped inside, my children froze.
Then my youngest, Noah, smiled brightly. “Mom,” he asked, “is she Santa’s grandma?”
Laughter filled the room, including hers.
Children have a way of accepting what adults overthink. Without hesitation, they brought her a chair, piled blankets around her shoulders, and placed a mug of warm tea into her hands as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
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