I Gave Shelter to a Young Man I Found Freezing at the Cemetery on Thanksgiving – And It Changed My Whole Life
My name is Iris, and I am seventy-eight years old. For the past four Thanksgivings, I’ve spent the holiday completely alone. Once, this house was alive with laughter, the rich smell of roasting turkey filling the kitchen, and the happy chaos of children racing down the hall, calling out for one another. But now, the…