“He said our family came from Ulster,” I said. “I beleive it’s in Northern Ireland.”
Ellen’s brows lifted with interest.
“Did he now? So your family bloodline is Irish?”
I nodded. “My great-great-grandfather migrated from there, or maybe it was great-great-great-grandfather. Anyways, that’s what dad used to say we were from originally.”
Her smile turned curious.
“Did he ever want to go back?”
I stared at the broth for a moment before answering.
“He said one day we would return,” I said quietly. “But it wasn’t time yet.”
“Time for what?” Frank asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
That was the problem with my father. He never explained things fully. He spoke in riddles. Little fragments. Hints wrapped in mystery.
And my mother would just smile as if she understood perfectly. Bu
