“Mom,” Sofia says to me. “I sense Rhea out back. All the times you wouldn’t let her out because you were scared she would get hurt by the owls and coyotes and fast cars on the nearby freeway, and she wanted to go out so badly. Well, now she is free to roam wherever she wants, and she can’t get hurt. She is out there, but we can’t see her. She often comes to the patio to watch over us. Just thought I would tell you since I know how much you miss her.”
