An Extraordinary Gift
The fired glowed softly on the hearth, bathing the aged oak floors in warmth and color. Multicolored pillows still lay mounded across the floor before the fire, and the tall triple pane windows still stood sentinel over the room. She never explained the chains and hooks located around the ceiling, and her children nor guests had ever asked. The old rocker her daughter had brought her when she’d begun to slow down sat silent in the corner, as though waiting for someone to claim it, to make it...