Grandma's cry over the silliest things. This morning it was a red balloon and a piece of blue string. Remnants. Left over from a water balloon fight and a party popper from the Fourth of July.
I stood in the yard and cried. Not because the yard was littered with such reminders, but that it was no longer filled with the chatter and giggles that accompanied the debris.
Silly grandma!!
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