My Brother Said One Sentence in the Bank Lobby

might float away if she grabbed too hard.

“Grandma got silver?” she asked.

I sat beside her.

“No, sweetheart.”

She looked at the people at the door. Then at the balloon.

“Who did?”

“People who wanted you to have one.”

She nodded, serious as a judge.

Then she said, “Tell them I like it.”

I did.

My voice cracked on “like,” which was embarrassing, but nobody mentioned continue reading …