Distant grandchildren
My grandchildren, still wary, attended but kept their distance. They lingered at the edge of the living room, glancing our way but not engaging.
My heart ached to bridge the gap. I made an effort to include them in conversations. ‘How is school going?
’ I asked, but they responded with short, polite answers. Their distance wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, too.
I hoped this dinner was just the beginning, a tiny crack allowing light to seep back into our lives.