"Grandma, what does love feel like when you lose it and then find it again?"
The question cracked the quiet like a spark in dry air.
My mother blinked rapidly, her eyes darting to Kelvin, who stood there, small, serious, and too wise for his years. He clutched a cookie in one hand, but his voice had the weight of thunder wrapped in innocence.
She leaned forward, her hands trembling slightly as they cupped his cheeks. "Baby... love like that feels like holding your breath for years, and finally breathing again."
Kelvin's brow wrinkled. "Is that why your eyes look like rain right now?"
Tears spilled over before she could even answer. She pulled him close and whispered into his hair, "Yes, baby. That's exactly why."
Across the room, Keria climbed into my father's lap like
