He wrote that he had sold his expensive car.
He had moved into a smaller apartment.
He had repaid part of the money.
He had started working with an accountant to repair the financial damage he caused.
He didn’t ask for money.
He didn’t ask for forgiveness.
He only wrote:
I’m trying to become someone you can trust again.
Grandma folded the letter.
She didn’t say anything for a long time.
Then she put it in the same metal box where Grandpa’s documents had been kept.
I asked why.
She smiled.
“Because change should be remembered too.”
