I’m O.K. You’re O.K.


I barely remember my grandmother. She was elderly and sick and was definitely not the kind of grandmother that doted on you. Her eyes were dark and stern and instilled fear in me. Because she was in another country and my parents had me late, I did not know her before or during her illness. She passed away when I was only four. So..my curiosity for the way elder’s live is particularly interesting to me. Here’s a vignette of a beloved American Grandmother’s home.

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