“because it’s exactly $50,000. The same amount you tried to steal.”
“It’s not all the money I owe you, but it’s a start.”
“David, that money was for you, too. You’re my partner.”
“No, Mom. That money was my way of closing a circle, of turning something bad into something good.”
I got up and hugged him. A real deep hug full of the love that had been stored away for years of pain.
“I’m proud of you and I’m proud to be your son.”
This afternoon, as the sun sets over the mountains that have seen my whole life, I sit in the rocking chair on the porch reflecting on these last few years.
The house is full of life again. I can hear laughter from the kitchen where the girls are finishing up cleaning after a day’s work. I can hear voices from the shelter where the women we are helping are reading stories to their children. I can hear the sound of the goats and chickens in the pen that David repaired with his own hands.
Helen comes out of the kitchen with two cups of hot chocolate as she does every night.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks.
“That my husband was right.”
“About what?”
