My 5-year-old daughter said to me, “Mom, when it’s time for sleep at Grandpa’s house, she calls me to her room, asks me to close my eyes and we play a secret game. But he told me I couldn’t tell you.” I was paralyzed. The next day, I sneaked into my father's bedroom and what I discovered caused my legs to shake.

“Grandpa... does Mom already know?

My father smiled.

“Yes, honey.

Emily came up to me.

“Mom, are you angry?”

I knelt in front of her.

No, honey. But I want you to remember something very important. You never have to hide a game or a conversation from me, even if someone you want asks you to do it. You can always tell me anything.

He nodded.

Then, with his little hand, he wiped a tear from my cheek.

“So, can I show you my most important drawing?

He ran to his grandfather, took the album and opened it for the last page.

Two girls appeared in the drawing.

One was wearing a yellow dress.

The other, one pink.

Between them was a huge red heart.

And below, with children’s and irregular letters, you could read:

“One Emily lives in our memories and the other embraces Grandpa every day. But they are both part of their family.”