kitchen table.
There were five plates.
Her youngest son climbed onto the chair beside him and took his hand.
“Grandpa Walter?”
“Yes, son?”
“You don’t have to bring us anything anymore.”
Walter swallowed.
“Then what should I bring?”
The little boy smiled.
“Just yourself.”
I watched Walter smile through his tears.
For years, he’d lived alone, convinced he had little left to offer anyone.
But now he had a family waiting for him at the dinner table.
And all they wanted was for him to come home.
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