The Day My Sister Learned Whose House It Really Was

and writing “Grandma I love you” in giant crooked letters with a silver marker. Tyler, who thought cards were babyish now that he was nine, still asked if we should stop for flowers because “Grandma likes those yellow ones.”

Daffodils. He meant daffodils.

We picked up the cheesecake at Franklin Bakery at 10:40 after church. Laura carried it because the continue reading …