We spent our final two nights at the hotel.
Rebecca arranged a room with two beds and an ocean-facing balcony.
***
That evening, Mom sat outside, listening to the waves.
I brought her tea.
Rebecca arranged a room.
“Was it worth the trip?” I asked.
She smiled. “More than you know.” Then she squeezed my hand. “I spent so many years thinking Evelyn helped me because I had nothing. I never realized I’d given her something too. Friendship.”
***
The following morning, Mom walked barefoot into the shallow water.
She laughed when a wave splashed her ankles.
She squeezed my hand.
I took pictures for Marcus and the grandchildren.
Before leaving, Mom bought four new postcards to replace the bent ones.
