I walked further into the yard and away from the main house, taking in the scenery for the first time in way too long. Those eyes of his stayed on me the whole time, steady, unblinking, questioning.
"Your great-great-great grandfather built this place. When he first came here this was nothing but barren land for miles around, so he carved out a place for him and his young wife."
"Years later your grandfather, my father, built it up to what you see today." I told my son about my childhood growing up here and the life I'd led with a loving mother and father, and the siblings that came after me. About his aunt that he'd never get the chance to meet.
He looked at me as if following my every word, his little face so like mine I was still finding it hard to believe in the miracle that he was. I hoped and prayed in that moment that he wouldn't have the same legacy as I.