“So… Mr. W can’t do the water anymore?”
“He needs rest,” I said.
“But what about everyone who needs it?”
The question hung in the air.
Behind us the garage was still full of water jugs.
For the first time in three years…
The system had stopped.
A Decision
That night I sat in my truck staring at the quiet house.
The yard was empty.
No kids.
No wagons.
No laughter.
Just silence.
For three years one man had quietly carried the responsibility of helping the whole town.
Now it was our turn.
The Next Day
At four o’clock the next afternoon I parked in the driveway.
The kids arrived one by one.
Tyler.
Maya.
Carlos.
Emma.
They looked uncertain.
“What do we do?” Maya asked.
