This story is set at Christmas time in 1943. Patrick Collins is 7 years old, and has just lost his mother in a car accident. His father is in England, a fighter pilot who is missing in action. He wants the Army to find his father, and he wants to leave his grandfather's house, who is a bitter and grumpy man. He had a falling out with his son Shawn, Patrick's father, before Patrick was born and has never met his grandson, until the social worker brings Patrick to him, to stay until his father is found.
For reasons even he doesn't understand, Patrick wants the wooden soldier he's found tucked away in the attic, but his grandfather, Ian, gets angry that Patrick has even touched it. Patrick finds love in friendship in Miss Townsend, the social worker who has become like a mother figure to him, and his grandfather's neighbor, a feisty Italian woman who dotes on Patrick, but no matter how hard he tries, his grandfather remains cold-hearted.
When a box containing his daughter-in-laws belongings arrives at his doorstep, Ian finds a box of love letters inside that begins to melt his heart, but will it be too late to ask for Shawn's forgiveness?
I loved this story; there were moments it had me nearly in tears, but it was a story of hope also. The ending left me wanting more, and there is! I am now reading the sequel "The Homecoming."