At 82, I Found

” she said, bending to hug him. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“I made something special.”

She brought him a slice of apple pie.

Frank tasted it.

For a moment, he could not speak.

Carla’s smile faded. “Is it wrong?”

Frank shook his head.

“No,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

Diane tasted it and looked at him.

“Grandma?” she asked softly.

“Close,” Frank said.continue reading …