The house has been quiet since the funeral. Your parent’s been quiet, too. The phone calls have gotten a little shorter, and they haven't sent you any new recipes to try in months. You’re heartbroken at the thought of them sitting alone in a room that used to be full of life. And then, something changes. They’re humming again over a cup of Earl Grey. The casserole recipes are back. They laugh on the phone like their old self. Then they mention, a little shyly, like a teenager