She pointed toward Jacob.
“…when it is your own choice.”
Then she turned to Helen.
“And when Thomas’s father lost his first business…”
“It was Thomas.”
“He was sixteen.”
“He left school every afternoon to help.”
“He never complained.”
She looked around at everyone gathered there.
“You all found it easy to judge him.”
“But I watched him grow into the man who kept this family standing.”
Tears streamed down her weathered cheeks.
“The shame today…”
“…does not belong to those children.”
She slowly walked over to Rebecca.
Then wrapped her in a hug.
One after another, relatives rose to their feet.
Uncle David.
