On the final page, he explained why he barely looked at the album the day before: he hadn’t wanted me to see him emotional. His words touched me more deeply than I expected, warming the very place that had felt so heavy the night before.
Just then, my daughter and grandson arrived, both smiling. He hugged me tightly and told me the album was the most meaningful gift he had ever received—and that he would take it wherever he went. In that moment, I realized that every small act of love eventually finds its way home.
