“My mother was a good man,” he said. Not perfect, but good. She never spoke badly of you. He told me that I should not confuse our father’s mistakes with the value of people I don’t know.
I looked at the photo of the blonde woman in the yard.
I would have liked to have known her.
Emily smiled sadly.
I think she would have liked it too.
On my return, I stopped at my parents’ house. My dad was sitting in the living room reading a book, and my mom was preparing tea. When they saw me come in, they both understood that I had a lot to say.
I told them about Emily, Michael and Lily. My dad listened with tears in his eyes. Mom didn’t interrupt even once.
She is a wonderful woman, I said at the end. And he has a beautiful family.
My father wiped his eyes.
