Room

“We’ve rented a room in Charlotte for tomorrow night.” The text came in from Michael a few weeks later.

I smiled, pleased that I’d get to see them before they left. The weeks up to this trip had been busy ones. They’d organized a lot of things that one of the orphanages over there needed and were taking them over with them. That had involved a lot of stuff to do with customs procedures, last-minute checks, and a lot of phone calls.

Apparently, they went to the same town in Spain every year, a place their mother loved and had been going there their entire lives. It was nice, I thought, that they were able to do that. They’d become friends with the locals over the years and when they found out a local orphanage had been decimated by a freak flood; they went to work organizing aid for them. I was really proud of them, but I’d thought we wouldn’t have any time together at all.

To know I’d get to see them before they left for an entire month was good news. I needed it. Life had started t