Later that morning, I stepped onto Mom's - Aunt Sarah's - Mom's front porch with its potted flowers and herbs.

Before I had the chance to knock on the door, she opened it, wearing a striped cotton nightgown and a knowing smile.

"It's earlier than I thought," I said, backing away and nearly tripping over the pots. "I can come back."

"No, stay. How did I know you would find your way to me this morning?"

I grinned. "It's almost like you've known me all my life." ...