Danielle admitted the next day that she had seen an older man near our garage once at dusk and assumed he was a contractor we\u2019d hired. She felt terrible. Then she did something wonderful. She offered to sit with Dad on the evenings I worked late. We also cleared the paint out of his storage unit, just in case. Marcus fixed up the room above the garage, and two months later, Dad moved in with us, where someone could hear him if he woke up confused.<\/p>\n
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That spring, Dad and I painted the garage door together, in daylight, with Marcus holding the ladder. We painted it black. Mom\u2019s black. Dad took his time with every stroke and said it looked just right. Some nights he still asks where she is, and some mornings he doesn\u2019t remember painting it at all. But every time I pull into the driveway now, that door reminds me who really built this home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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