Family

She had this habit of saving the last piece of every cake for whoever wasn't there yet. She'd wrap it up in foil and leave a note on it — your name, always spelled right, always with a small drawing. I have a collection of those notes I will keep forever.

Every single time I called her, no matter what was happening, she answered with 'Oh, I was just thinking about you.' Thirty years of calls and she never missed. I thought it was a coincidence. Now I think it was something else entirely.