I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

was a wreath on the door, lights outside, and winter supplies waiting for families.

The organization posted a few ordinary photographs afterward.

In one, Laya held a hopelessly tangled string of Christmas lights.

Monica stood near the porch.

I was laughing at something outside the frame.

I barely thought about the photo until Mom called on Christmas Eve.continue reading …