Travelling Backwards
So, most of the time, it’s Eileen’s house but this week, when I was tired from working and sick with a cold, it was Grandma’s house again. All the things that used to look old and dusty after Grandma died are now like comfort food on a shelf. God love Eileen for keeping everything in tact. Lord knows, I would have spilled something on everything by now or lost stuff.
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