No resident would sit alone for weeks without a guest.
Not if I could help it.
Sarah helped organize the first group of volunteers.
That afternoon, she watched residents laughing with college students, retirees, and families who had signed up to visit regularly.
Then she placed a hand on my shoulder.
“She chose well,” she said.
I looked at Gloria’s photograph.
For most of my life, I believed I had no family.
The truth was that someone had been searching for me all along.
Gloria had not asked me to marry her because she feared dying alone.
She asked because she wanted to leave this world knowing that, for one brief moment, she had finally brought her family home.
