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

whether they should book a guided tour in Rome. I sat in the back with my grandmother, holding her hand. She kept her eyes on the window, watching the trees roll past, the occasional American flag rippling in front of roadside diners and auto shops.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her continue reading …