Later that night
After the celebration and dinner, I settle the boys back in their cribs. Tucking the blankets tight over them, I turn to see my mother waiting by the door. She inclines her head to the side, wanting me to follow her. Leaving my room, I follow her downstairs and through the giant living room.
The front screen door creaks as she opens it, and we step outside into the cool, fresh air. Sondra is sitting in her rocking chair, and we take our seats beside her on the other two. It is peaceful out here. The sky always seems clearer. It is tranquil, and I can see why Sondra favors her rocking chair. The view is spectacular, and you can see the city lights from the front veranda.
Forest lines one side of the property with rolling hills. The city is to the right and barely a ston
