Grandma and Grandpa Opened the Door
Our son was at a friend’s house.
I picked him up and told him we were having a “sleepover.”
“At Grandma and Grandpa’s?” he asked, excited.
He’d never met them.
When my parents opened the door and saw him, both of them broke.
My mother started sobbing.
My father grabbed the doorframe like he needed it to stand.
They apologized.
For cutting me off.
For staying silent.
