i am late becoming a grandmother, having waited to marry. and i already see the world thru tinted glasses because of you. you are changing us all by being the first. i ponder what you will call me; shall we wait for you to speak or hold out for the names we prefer? the very thought, and the word grand-daughter, flood my eager senses with worlds of possibility. i saw your face today, dear one, and we are bonded. i will never be the same.
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