Remembering Me
“Do you remember who I am?” Mom asks.
I don’t bother asking Grandma if she remembers me. She hasn’t recognized me as her granddaughter for years.
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“Do you remember who I am?” Mom asks.
I don’t bother asking Grandma if she remembers me. She hasn’t recognized me as her granddaughter for years.
I make magic with words. And I drink tea. A lot of tea.