My Grandma Paid $30000 For Our Europe Trip Until My Family Left Her Behind At The Airport

to Atlanta along the interstate. My parents chatted in the front seat about French restaurants they wanted to try. I sat in the back holding my grandmother’s hand. She kept her eyes on the trees rolling past.

“It’s going to be so much fun,” I whispered.

She smiled, but it did not quite reach her eyes.

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