Come in, she said. Please come and take a seat with us.
Don’t look, please, at the places still left messy. You were invited as a blessing, we wanted you to be with us and not feel alone.
When she opened the door, she bounded inside like a mouse to her noble, carefully crafted, home. Her own safe place. To welcome me here was to open her heart and offer it as a bond of kinship.
When she turned to see how I would take the view, she found a delighted stranger. Awash with joy for being allowed into this sacred space, but moreso for the hand extended in friendship.