Vultures Fell on Grandma’s Cabin
When I was a child, having eight grandparents meant little more than extra presents on Christmas. Now, I look back and see what I missed — the terse conversations, stiff hugs, and apologetic, early departures. In hindsight, I find clues of divorce and hear the calamity of ongoing wars between siblings. But back then, grandpa, […]
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