The Street That Stayed Lit

The old woman at the end of our street never turned off her porch light. Not once in fifteen

years. She told us her son was traveling the world and the light helped him

remember home was waiting. We thought it was sweet. Then last month

she passed away. At her funeral, we learned something that shattered us. Her son died twenty

years ago in a car accident. She had been leaving that light on hoping he would find his

way back. But here is what destroyed me. After we found out, every single house

on our street made a pact. We all leave our porch lights on now.

Every single night. Because maybe, just maybe, her boy will finally see them and know