But as time went on, the calm turned into peace. I put Dad’s plans on the wall in his workshop, planted herbs in the kitchen like Mom used to, and saw her peace lily bloom again. One morning, Mike stopped by with coffee.
“So, lady of the house,” he said with a grin. I smiled. “Finally, I feel at peace.”
He laughed.
“Your mom used to say that karma takes its time but gets the job done.”
I finally understood what she meant when I saw the sun shining through the living room window. Karma doesn’t always knock; sometimes it comes in a limo and sets things right. Because the truth always comes out in the end.
