The sound of an accordion and someone singing in French drifts out from my neighbor’s kitchen as I step into his home. “Ronan?”
“In here!”
A few moments later, I’m sitting at his round kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea in front of me, and everything feels right for the first time all day. Maybe even all week.
Ronan and Emery’s kitchen is truly the heart of their home, with traces of them strewn all over the place. On the table stands the old pickle-jar-turned-tea-light-holder that Emery painted in the colors of the sunset sometime during kindergarten. It casts a warm lovely light, making the kitchen feel homey and cozy. Drawings made by a young artist, an invitation to a birthday party, and a few bills are stuck to the refrigerator with colorful magnets. A couple plain shelves sc
