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Halfway through the drive, in a voice barely above a whisper, she asked, “Is it because I’m poor, Calvin? Because I’m old? Because I don’t fit into their world anymore?”
Her words cut straight through me.
“No, Grandma,” I said, forcing the words out. “It’s not your fault. They don’t deserve you.”
I could tell she did not believe me. The hurt was too continue reading …
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