My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

and a kitchen window that faced a maple tree. The first week we lived there, Daniel fixed the gate himself.

“Not to keep us trapped,” he said, tightening a hinge. “To keep us safe.”

I stood on the porch holding Noah and smiled.

Inside, toys stayed on the living room floor.

Dishes sometimes sat in the sink.

Laundry waited in baskets.

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