The Boy Who Returned Home Again
And it was a very good day
My son came home to live with us again on a cold winter afternoon. And it was a very good day. Picked up from the hospital he walked from the car into the house with an ear-to-ear grin that would not leave for days. He was twenty-six years old.
The first time he arrived he was ten. It was a warm August morning. A buoyant and bubbly…