I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe I thought he’d be all sad and angry when we finally set eyes on him. Instead when we got to the airport, it didn’t take us long for him to come off the tram to the welcoming area near the airport’s Hyatt hotel. A skycap was wheeling him down in a wheelchair, his injured knee showcased in a rehabilitative brace over his uniform as he held his crutches with both hands, set across the wheelchair. Another traveler was carrying his carry-on. He was all smiles and laughing as he talked to the traveler and the skycap.
When he saw us, his wolf-like eyes lit up. “Dad! Irene!” he yelled. The skycap stopped and my mom and Bruce hugged Emerson. I moved closer, waiting for my turn when he signaled me to come closer. As I leaned into hug him, he pulled my shirt close
