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It’s time you saw the world.”
My grandmother sat in her favorite armchair, fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. “I’m old,” she said softly. “My health isn’t what it used to be. I don’t know if a trip that far is a good idea.”
They did not back off.
Finally, she looked at me. Her eyes met mine, searching, as if I were the only person in the room who continue reading …
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