They Left My Grandmother At The Airport—So I Stayed With Her And Changed Everything

and Aunt Paula too, but she always softened their edges, telling me funny stories from when they were small. My father dragging a plastic wagon through the yard, Paula insisting on wearing cowboy boots with every outfit.

“Do you think you’ll like Paris or London more?” I asked one night, staring at the ceiling.

She was quiet for a moment.

“I’ll go wherever continue reading …