“What did you say to him?” I asked.
“I told him I’d think about it.” Her fingers twisted a dish towel in her lap. “I believe people deserve forgiveness, Mia.”
“Forgiveness isn’t the same thing as moving him back in. That’s a whole different deal.”
“I can’t wait to become a family again.”
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His missed call sat at the top of her screen. I picked up her phone and opened his number.
“If he wants to come home,” I said, “he can see what home looks like now.”
I typed: “Come to a family reunion dinner on Sunday at 7 p.m. All the kids will be there. Wear your best suit. I’ll send the address.”
Mom’s hand flew to her mouth. “Mia, what are you doing?”
“Setting something straight.”
His reply came fast. “Dear, thank you for this second chance. I can’t wait to become a family again.”
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