I Miss My Grandmother
Just a few weeks ago, I got an odd phone call.
“Who is dis?” an older woman asked me.
“You called me,” I responded, laughing.
“Oh, dear, dear. I was tryin’ to reach my daughter. I tink I have the wrong number. I am very sorry. Please forgive me.” Now I could hear a Caribbean lilt.
“That’s OK,” I told her, softening. “You have a good day, you hear? Take care.”
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