My grandson was moving out, and though I wished I c
I had spent weeks carefully assembling the photo album, each page a small labor of love. I had selected pictures that traced years of laughter, milestones, quiet mornings, and chaotic holidays. I had written captions, jotted little notes in the margins, and tucked in the occasional pressed flower or ribbon I thought would spark a…
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