By autumn, they were ready to move into their own place. The seashell lamp returned to its table, but the house no longer felt the same. My grandchildren still visited most weekends, and I was learning their names, favorite foods, and little jokes.
Grayson apologized again before they left. I told him he never needed to be ashamed of needing his mother. I had bought that house so nobody would ever need anything from me again. In the end, I discovered that an empty, peaceful room was only a room. I had almost mistaken it for a life, and I was grateful I hadn’t.
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