When my six-year-old grandson Eli came to stay with me, I expected a few simple days of pancakes, cartoons, and dinosaur conversations.
His mother Beth was recovering from a medical procedure, so I wanted him to feel safe and comfortable in my home.
That evening, I showed him the bedroom that used to belong to his mother.
It had fresh sheets, a warm quilt, and plenty of space.
I smiled and told him, “This is your room while you’re here.”
But instead of jumping onto the bed, Eli stood quietly at the doorway.
Then he asked something I never expected…
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