My Granddaughter Was Left Behind While They Went on Vacation So I Showed Up the Next Day

Skyla was quiet. I did not press. At a red light, she spoke.

“Grandpa?”

“Yes?”

“Am I your first choice?”

I sat with that question for one full breath because some kinds of love arrive as pain before they arrive as words. Then I put my hand over hers where it rested on the center console.

“You are not my first choice,” I said softly. “You are my only choice.continue reading …