Today we have to visit grandma. She is living with an aunt and her three sons and a flea-infested dog in the house where I grew up. She asks me, “Where is the man that used to sit there?” I look at the chair with the dark green cushion where my grandfather used to sit and watch soccer. I used to sit on the floor next to him and make bets on which team would win. He always gave me money even when I lost. Buy yourself some candy he used to say—don’t tell your mother.
I want her to remember with me, but she thinks she’s in her twenties.
I think my mother is next. But I keep my thoughts to myself.
Mom walks in the room looking for her glasses. Have you seen them? She asks me. No, I tell her. I just had them—I swear I just…
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