This section was heart warming. This section was perfect. This section was all around happy. This section ended perfectly.
There wasn't anything that really stood out...well stood out from the most stood out part...so I just picked the part that made my heart flutter.
Charlie the dog loping after her. The cover sagged beneath them, and she fell down,
shrieking with laughter. John and Brian had to help pull her off as Brian's daughter, Veronica—who
hadn't seen Mom since she was a toddler—stared wideeyed.
"Grandma Walls is different from your other grandma," I told her.
"Way different," Veronica said.
John's daughter, Jessica, turned to me and said, "But she laughs just like you do."
Some people might percieve this to be wierd, rude, offending, or not politically correct. I just love it. Not an inappropriate love. A love for the truth and room for individuality. I don't find this offending. Its the truth. She is way different. Different isn't a bad thing. [Do you think it its?] I also love it becasue I feel a bit of admiration in the tone. The way that they accept her indivuality and in a way love it. I might have been digging to deep, You might not agree with me. But I think that this is the way it was meant.
Do you think I was completely off?? Comments are encouraged.
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