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I sent one letter.
One line.
I’m rooting for you.
He wrote back two weeks later.
Two words.
Thank you.
On Sundays, I started having dinner with Grandma. She came over with casseroles or pies, and we sat in the kitchen where I used to do homework while she told me stories about my grandfather, the stubborn man I had apparently inherited more from than I knew.continue reading …
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