Samuel, come here.” Sam hesitated. His father rarely used his full name unless something was wrong.He entered the living room to find his father, eyes red and tired.“I need to tell you something,” his father said softly. “Your mother… won’t be coming home.“Why?”
“Because she flew to heaven, son.”Sam didn’t understand. “When is she coming back?”His father couldn’t answer and walked away, leaving Sam standing there, confused and alone.For days, Sam waited. Every morning, he checked for her at the window. Every night, he left the porch light on—just in case.