“Do you know my grandson?”... «Struck by Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal»
LittleGhost23 декабря 2015“Do you know my grandson?” she asked me. She’s asked me this a million times, but I don’t think you can ever get used to a family member asking you who you are. “I think so,” I said. “I miss him,” Grandma said, and her eyes became sad. “He never comes to visit me anymore. He used to write me stories.” Her face began to light up again. “Did he?” I asked. “I remember the first story he ever wrote me,” she said with a big smile. “‘Once upon a time, there was a boy.’” She let out a long chuckle. “I remember too,” I said. As weird as this feels to say, I was really happy the memory had survived the crash. “I told him it could use a little development, so the next day he brought me another story,” she said. “‘Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to fly.’” I had completely forgotten about that.
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