house represented security because they owned it.
Then Derek believed controlling it would solve his insecurity.
Dad believed protecting its documents would protect the family.
We were all wrong in slightly different ways.
The house mattered.
Of course it mattered.
Thirty-eight years of work lived in those walls.
But the most valuable thing my parents owned was not the deed.
It was the ability to open the door and decide what kind of family entered.
A year after my unexpected return to Carmona, I came home again without warning.
This
