I can clearly recall the moment my grandma gently held my face in her hands. I was sitting on a cold, hard bench across from her. Her bright blue eyes welled up with tears and I could smell the soft Avon lotion on her. I had asked her a simple question but I quickly realized there was no simple answer. I believe that all of life in general can be like that. A simple question is asked, yet nothing can be simply answered, you must reflect, and consider all aspects, the science of it, the overbearing and yet underwhelming word, Why?
I now realize my question was blunt and intrusive, but inevitably that’s how children are. I asked her “why didn’t you leave?” But my grandma handled it with grace and kindness, something she never lacked, something
I now realize my question was blunt and intrusive, but inevitably that’s how children are. I asked her “why didn’t you leave?” But my grandma handled it with grace and kindness, something she never lacked, something