on a house before the baby arrived. Renting was expensive, they explained, and living with me for a while would help them get ahead financially.
I had four bedrooms, and most of them were empty.
My son was about to become a father.
How could I refuse?
“Come home for a while,” I told David. “Save your money. Get yourselves established. There’s plenty of room here.”
I meant every word.
I imagined family dinners, conversations about baby names, and eventually holding my grandchild in my arms while David and Harper
