notes were small things,” he said. “Just little things.”
A man from the back called out, “They weren’t.”
That brought a laugh through the tears.
Mr. Walter smiled then, truly smiled, maybe for the first time all day.
“My wife used to say birthdays matter because everyone deserves one day where they’re impossible to overlook and are celebrated.”
He looked at Hannah.
Then he looked at all of us.
“I guess today you all proved her right.”
All of Us
We stayed in that parking lot until sunset.
Kids ate
