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family photo down, wiped it with a soft cloth, then set it face down on the table instead of hanging it back up.
“Grandma?” I asked gently. “Why’d you do that?”
She looked at the photo, then at me.
“I’m not angry,” she said softly. “I’m just… tired. I don’t want to look at their faces anymore.”
Her words cut deep. This wasn’t just about the airport. It continue reading …
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