When my grandson told me he was ready to move into his own place, I felt a blend of pride and a gentle ache. Watching the young grow steady enough to stand on their own is one of life’s sweetest joys, but it also tugs at a grandparent’s heart. I wanted to send him off with something meaningful, something he could hold onto as he started this new chapter. But on a fixed income, grand gifts were out of reach.
So I gave him what I had always treasured most: our memories.
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