This place has to reflect my standards.” I smiled. Last night, she screamed in terror—I had……finally installed the motion-activated projector Grandma had given me years ago. It was an old family gift meant for fun, something she used to set up during holidays to create playful light shows across the hallway walls. I’d stored it in a closet after she passed, unsure if I would ever use it again. When Dad’s wife tossed my belongings without asking, including some family photos and a quilt Grandma had handmade, I quietly retrieved the projector and set it up in the hallway as a reminder of whose home this truly was. When the harmless projections of dancing stars and drifting shapes suddenly lit up the wall in the middle of the night, she let out a startled scream. Not because anything dangerous happened—just because she’d never seen the old device before and certainly wasn’t expecting a surprise light show in the dark. Continue reading…
