The Wisdom of the Ages

Samantha Ann 2016

Setting: last year, 2016, lying on livivng room couch. Characters: Samantha and me.

My five year old granddaughter sits on my stomach and peers right smack dab into my face. At my thinning hair, my acne scars, and my tea-drinking-stained teeth. “Your teeth are yellow, she observes.” “Yes, I know,” I say. She scrutinizes from hair to chin and back for long moments, then she gazes right into my eyes. “I love you, Momo,” she says.



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