I couldn’t say another word.
Just then, Ben’s little voice came from the living room.
“Mommy, Grandpa has something else for you.”
My son slowly walked into the bedroom.
He was holding a large white envelope.
“Ben, sweetheart, you need to lie down and rest,” I said.
“I know, Mommy. But this is important.”
He placed the envelope in my lap.
Inside were documents from
a real estate agency.
At first, I couldn’t understand what I was looking at.
Then I recognized the address.
It was the address of my mother’s childhood home.
“Dad… what is this?”
Robert smiled gently.
“For the last three years, I’ve been saving money. I sold my old car, my watch collection, and several valuable things. When I learned the house was back on the market, I contacted the real estate agent.”
I began looking through the documents.
The house had been purchased.
