They all looked small and ashamed. They told me they wanted to plant a tree-lined walkway leading to the cafeteria—a place called “Lorraine’s Way.” I went home to an empty house that night and sat at the kitchen table. The apron hook on the wall was empty. I whispered, “They’re going to plant trees for you.”
No one answered, but for the first time in days, I didn’t feel alone. I think she heard me. She taught me how to love out loud, how to endure, and how to forgive. And maybe, if I try hard enough, I can become someone’s polar star too.
