There is a moment many of us know well. You are standing at your parents' door at the end of a visit, coat already on, car keys in your hand. Somewhere on the drive over, you rehearsed a sentence. Maybe it was "Thank you for everything you gave up for me." Maybe it was "I'm sorry about that year." Maybe it was simply "I love you," said plainly, without the joke you usually wrap around it. And then the moment arrives, and what comes out is something entirely ordinary.
"Drive safe."
"Call me when the weather clears."
The door closes. The sentence goes back into your pocket, where it has been living for years.