His brain . . . the thing is, Noah, sometimes it’s going to be working slower than we’re used to. Slower than Grandpa is used to.” “Yeah. The way home’s getting longer and longer every morning now.” The father squats down and hugs him. “My wonderful smart little boy. The amount I love you, Noah, the sky will never be that big.” “What can we do to help Grandpa?”
The way home is getting longer and longer every morning now
