The Childhood Visits to My Grandfather That Made Sense Only Years Later
When I was seven, visiting my grandfather was part of my weekly routine, a small adventure that felt important in ways I didn’t yet understand. I would walk proudly beside him from the corner store to his modest home at the end of the street, holding his hand as though I were guiding him rather…
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