Tahnee sat on the porch steps. Her fingers ran across the wood of the step where she sat, tracing the grainy pattern. Memories hung on her heart. Slaton had sat there many times looking up at the stars. He would count them and seek out the constellations. From the time he was a young boy, he had been determined to actually number the celestial bodies. Night after night he sought to achieve his goal.
Lately that same activity had been with Brenna. They had sat many nights on the steps gazing at the lit sky and getting to know each other better. Tahnee smiled. Getting a daughter had been such a joy. The smile faded as tears formed. Losing a son was devastating.