I Came Home Early After Years of Working Late—and Saw My Daughter Saving Her Baby Brother.

something good is coming even when you can’t see it yet.”

Mara, who had been coloring at the kitchen table, looked up with interest. “Can I?”

“Of course,” I said.

We went out to the backyard—still brown and muddy from winter—and Mara dug small holes with a trowel while Ruth explained how deep to plant each bulb.

“They look like onions,” Mara observed.

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