almost laughed when my six-year-old handed me the strange green pebble he’d picked out of my husband’s shoe. By lunchtime, I’d figured out exactly where it came from. The problem was that my husband had no reason to have been there.
My six-year-old son loves playing with his little trucks by our front door.
His cars are always filthy from being dragged outside, so I’ve gotten into the habit of telling him, “Keep them by the shoe rack, buddy. I don’t want all that dirt in your bedroom.”
One morning, while I was getting ready for work, he came running into my bedroom with something pinched between his fingers.
“Mommy, what’s this?”
He dropped a tiny bright-green pebble into my palm.
And when I say bright green, I mean unnaturally green. It almost looked like it was glowing.
“Where did you get this?”
“Daddy’s shoe.”
Apparently it had been wedged into one of the grooves on the bottom of John’s sneaker.
I turned it over several times.
It wasn’t glass or plastic.
It felt exactly like a normal landscaping stone, except I’d never seen anything that color before.
“I have no idea,” I told him. “We’ll ask Dad tonight.”
I put it on my bedside table and left for work.
I should’ve forgotten about it.
Instead, that little pebble stayed in my head all morning.
Then, during my lunch break, I was scrolling through social media when I stopped on a picture my sister had posted over the weekend.
She was sitting outside with a few girlfriends, having dinner on her patio.
I almost kept scrolling.
Then I noticed the pathway behind them.
My sister had redone her backyard a few months earlier, and the path from her patio to the house was covered with decorative glow-in-the-dark green pebbles.
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