“Why is everything so grey, Grandma?” I asked one rainy afternoon. Grandma Lila always had stories, but that day, the kitchen felt unusually somber. Our old house, with its peeling…
“Why is everything so grey, Grandma?” I asked one rainy afternoon. Grandma Lila always had stories, but that day, the kitchen felt unusually somber. Our old house, with its peeling…