“Don’t throw those out,” Mom said. I looked at the different pieces of fabric in my hands. Triangles, rectangles, strips of different sizes and shapes. Leftovers from larger projects. Scraps, that’s all they were. Confused, I looked back at her. “But they’re useless,”...

She watched her husband from a distance. He seemed confused as to what direction he should go. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. He seemed lost. A look of trepidation came over his face. “Strange,” she...