on him that would chance him. He was her favorite.
but Daddy didn't mind that. In a way, they were both
protecting Peter."
"Poor Uncle Simon. though. Why was he
tortured for his father's sins, left in the dark alone?" Mommy smiled.
"I've always felt he was better off living
without the knowledge and being estranged from your
grandfather. In his way, I think Simon has found some
contentment," she added, looking at the broken
flowers.
"And now Grandad has even destroyed that." I
said mournfully.
"It will be repaired, and if I know Simon, it will
be better and bigger. Daddy is definitely going ahead
with that greenhouse idea. too."
"Good."
"I better get inside and help with Simon. I'm
sorry all this came out this way. Honey. but I never
doubted that some day it would. It festered on your
grandfather's soul and leaked poison into his heart for
a long time. Maybe he can find some peace now as
well."
I nodded.
"Don't ever think something is wrong with you
or you have a strain of evil in you because of him. His
sins live and die with him," Mommy assured me. She kissed me, squeezed me to her, and then
walked toward the house.
I turned to what looked like a battlefield and
began to repair what little could be restored. Maybe it was the effect of being in Uncle
Peter's room. Uncle Simon had loved him so much.