That evening, I showed it to my son.
Out of the mouths of children.
One Message, One Invitation, One Bouquet
A week passed. I kept the note tucked in the kitchen drawer, unsure of what to do. Then one morning, while sipping coffee at the window, I sent him a short message.
Not asking for more repairs.
Just an invitation: “Would you like to come for coffee with my family this weekend?”
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