But that evening she just laughed and looked at my old man with an unfamiliar warmth in her eye. Something changed in that moment, and I found myself enjoying being at the table with them. My body was weary, but not in a bad way. It was as though I suddenly knew what life was all about and how I was going to approach it. The kitchen window was open, and the cranes’ trumpetlike cries found their way in to where we were sitting. “Sounds like the young’un’s testing out his wings,” said Mother, taking a sip of water.
