“Thanks, Grandpa,” he said softly.
He tried to smile.
He couldn’t.
Then my father turned to Mason.
“And for you.”
He slipped a hand into his pocket for car keys.
My brother Daniel immediately lifted his phone to record.
Mason’s mouth fell open.
Dad pointed toward the driveway.
A red 2018 Honda Civic sat beside the curb with a huge white ribbon stretched across the hood.