Everyone said my 101-year-old grandmother would never make it to the party. She did — and the bag hanging from her wheelchair held something I never expected.
“Not yet,” Grandma said.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I stopped immediately.
She kept her hand over mine.
“Wait until everybody’s here.”
I looked around the garden.
“Everybody is here.”
Grandma shook her head.
“Your mother.”
I turned.
Mom was inside helping with the cake.
My uncle went to get her.
