“Oh, I almost forgot—” Sliding her hand into the front pocket of her apron, she retrieved a small folded-up piece of paper. “I found this when I was washing your clothes from Dublin.” Walking back over to me, she handed me the paper. “You’re a sweet boy.” Smiling, she stroked my cheek with her hand before turning back for the door. “I’m proud of you,” Mam added before closing my bedroom door behind her.
