A Quiet Smile And A Dinner Surprise They Didn’t Expect

the weekend, I stand at the window for a long time, staring out at the empty street. In the house across the street, Mrs. Fletcher, my age, plays with her grandchildren. Her daughter comes every Wednesday bringing the kids. They are noisy, running around the yard, and old Beatrice is glowing with happiness.

I wish my children could be there too.

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