Grandpa

Grandpa has been visiting us. He’s our daddy’s daddy. He lives in someplace far away. He plays with me and my brother. Mommy won’t let us sleep with him at night. We cry at his door, but no one ever lets us in. He’s going home soon. I’ll get my chair back when he leaves so then I’ll be able to look out the window again.

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About Beth

I'm a part-time freelance writer, full-time high school administrative assistant, mother, wife and dreamer. In my free time I enjoy reading, crafts, watching movies and spending time with my best friend and love of my life.
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