SPACEDESKTOP

“Mom,” he told me over coffee in that tiny kitchen, “I want to add rooms, build a porch, maybe even put up a swing set in the backyard. I’ll even make you a room over the garage, too.”

I was so proud of him. Because this was such a big milestone, he had drawn up a simple will, just in case. If anything were to happen to him, the house would go to Emma.