I raised my grandson for 10 years-then his mother took him away. Years later, he returned with something in his hands that changed everything

was a solid sterling silver timepiece with a small train engraving on the cover. Toby used to sit on Arthur’s lap in the living room, pressing his ear to the metal to hear its slow, steady ticking. Arthur would tell him it was the sound of time itself, that it never stopped and never lied.

Arthur had spent forty years working as a railroad machinist.continue reading …