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Most Precious One

What’s left of grandma, is the title of grandpa, hanging heavy on his coat rack thin shoulders. Stirring taco soup on the stove. Squinting at the tiny, scrawling handwritten recipe. Trying to feel a tinier bit less than half of something once whole. Still missing, “my most precious one,” he says to an empty future and his granddaughter … Continue reading