Daniel started calling me.
Not just for matters about the house or the agreement.
He called to ask how I was, what I had eaten, if I had slept well.
Simple things he hadn’t done in three years.
One day, he showed up at Linda’s house with flowers.
“Just because,” he said, “because you’re my mom and I love you.”
I cried holding those flowers all afternoon.
Meanwhile, at the house in the community, cohabitation created revealing situations.
Teresa told me everything in our weekly calls.
“Yesterday, Emily got upset because Miguel used too much hot water in his shower,” Teresa told me, laughing. “I politely reminded her that we pay our rent on time and are entitled to hot water. She turned red but didn’t say anything else.”
“And Daniel? Daniel is kind. He helps. On Saturday, he played soccer with Miguel and Michael in the yard. I think he’s learning.”
