When Is Summer Months ❲VALIDATED ✪❳

Leo nodded, tears spilling down the furrows of his cheeks.

Sam turned and wrapped his arms around the old man. “Right now, Gramps. Summer is right now.”

The old, dusty calendar hung on the nail in the shed, its edges curled from humidity and neglect. Every day, Leo would shuffle out here, run a finger over the dates, and ask the same question. when is summer months

Today, the shed door creaked open. Not Leo. A young man in a crisp uniform, duffel bag over his shoulder, a familiar gap-toothed smile. Sam.

“Gramps,” Sam said, voice thick. “You asked when is summer months?” Leo nodded, tears spilling down the furrows of his cheeks

Leo blinked, mouth opening and closing. “The calendar… I was just…”

It wasn’t that Leo had forgotten. It was that his grandson, Sam, had asked him the question seven years ago, on the day before he left for deployment. Sam had been six, holding a melted popsicle, staring at the same calendar. Summer is right now

“When is summer months?”