I was at my grandmother Helen’s door after a terrible divorce, holding my children’s hands and my wounded heart. She was 80 years old, and although I wanted solace, I had no idea that the visit would reveal knowledge and secrets that would permanently alter our course in life.
A Trip Back to the Origins
I could still see her house, ancient but comfortable, with crooked shutters and peeling paint. But the garden was full of life and color, with roses climbing the trellis to greet my return. Sarah, Emma, and Tommy, my three children, gave me a tense expression.
What if our mother doesn’t want us here, Mom? Tommy inquired, echoing my own anxieties.
I told him, “She’s family,” more for my own comfort than for his.
A Surprise Welcome
Grandma Helen’s face was as bright as the dawn when she opened the door. She greeted us with her signature lavender aroma and embraces. “Louise! What a surprise, my god! And my great-grandchildren must be these.
She immediately won over the children, and before long, we were all seated around her kitchen table, sipping sweet tea and eating chicken pot pie. Helen had a talent for attracting attention; she learned about Sarah’s love of singing, Emma’s artistic endeavors, and Tommy’s soccer as though each child’s passions were the most intriguing thing in the world.
Later, when the children were playing outside, she focused her sharp eyes on me. “Louise, something is bothering you. Tell me.
