My grandma passed away 3 years ago

Grandma watches.

The house decides.

The nightmares end.
The clocks correct themselves.
Warmth returns.

Dad learns to move carefully, to listen, to repair what he once discarded.

And at 2:17 a.m., I wake to comfort instead of fear.

Sometimes I hear her hum.
Sometimes I catch her reflection.
Sometimes I feel her hand on my shoulder.

The house is peaceful now.

And for the first time, my smile is no longer armor.

It’s home.