Justin

“You boys are so sweet,” Mrs. Gordon says with a smile.

Boys.

Everyone standing here is thirty years old or older.

That doesn’t matter. Mrs. Gordon remembers when our parents were born. Her face is filled with wrinkles, and her hair is white as snow, and at the same time, she’s as sweet as her kind ways.

“Thank you for making certain the fire is out,” she says. “If you’re sure you’ll stay, ...