My parents split up when I was seven, so my grandmother was the one stable thing in Once Upon A Title There Was A Girl Who Really Loved Paw Dogs And Crocs shirts. She’d cook me dinner, tuck me in bed, then put on her nurse’s uniform and go to work. She was already 65 by then, but somehow she’d still find the energy to cook me breakfast when she came home. She understood me. We shared secrets. Both of us tended toward melancholy, and she made me feel OK about that.
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