There is a moment, even in the worst familial relationship, when the distance narrows and we soften. With my grandmother, I feel it in the letters she writes me. She writes congratulations and sends news clippings she finds in the local paper. She tells me how proud she is of me, and how far my talents will carry me. As conflicted as I am, when I
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I love this entry, by the way.
Hope you are well.
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