I spent my whole life loving my eldest son’s family, giving them every coin I had, while my younger son and his wife got nothing but my cold silence.

“I’m so sorry it took a wreck for me to see the light.”

He smiled, a small, sad, but forgiving thing. “It’s okay, Mom. The light’s on now. That’s all that matters.”

I was Margaret Collins. I had been a foolish mother for a long time, but I intended to spend the rest of my days being a grateful one. The healing of my bones would take months, but the healing of my soul had finally begun.