Grandma Heart's Closet

Epilogue

I tell you this astonishing story of my parents in the hope that you will keep it remembered. There are those days when I had hoped I could meet Michael, my father, but his absence made him even more missed.

Elisabeth Kingsley married again and she chose Levi, a loyal and deliberate step-father to mine. She was right that ever since that Valentines' Day, his rose had long belonged to her and he duly admitted it. It taught her one thing that could be said about love: that it can be learned —to grow or to wither; but distance will tell how far one can go. They had another child, Louis, months after they married.

Up to this day, I live under the roof of the Kingsley Manor while my parents stayed up to their sweetest age in Idaho. Louis is with me in managing and caring of our grandfather's estate. We found happiness in his legacy. Ms. Ruth stayed with us until the end.

I, Michelle, must tell you a secret —that the reason why Michael's key was not in that box is because it is the same bronze key of my mother. And, the closet that Michael ordered to make is the same one that Elisabeth found in Grandma Heart's old house.