Henry looked between them, confused.
“Mommy?”
The old man slowly stepped closer, unable to take his eyes off the necklace around her neck.Tears filled his eyes again.
“No… it can’t be…”
Henry’s mother was shaking.
“How do you know this necklace?”
The old man reached into his pocket with trembling hands.
People nearby began to stare.
He pulled out a small, faded photograph.
His fingers barely held it steady.
Henry’s mother gasped.
It was a picture of a little girl standing beside a smiling man.
And around the little girl’s neck…
Was the same necklace.
Her eyes widened.
“No…”
The old man broke down crying.
“I searched for you for twenty years.”
Henry looked at his mother.
Then at the old man.
Then whispered—
“Grandpa…?”
The old man looked at him.
For a moment, the noise of the city disappeared.
Then he fell to his knees and hugged Henry as tears streamed down all three of their faces.
The man everyone ignored…
Was family all along.
