Clyde

A Memory of My Grandpa

September 9, 2015

We drove down the long straight highway. The air changed from cool and fog-filled to warm and dry. Grayson squirmed in his carseat as mom handed him one toy after another. And then we were there, knocking on the door of my grandparents’ house. My little one was hesitant, hid behind my leg, clutched my […]

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