Me and my aunt Agnes haven't spoken in a while, but now I feel so grateful to her for taking care of Grandma, that now I'll definitely send her a Christmas card and write something special in it. Maybe that overture will help heal the petty rift between us.
My father didn't pick up the phone when I called, so I called my mom. She told me my Grandma fell down two days ago while stepping off the bus. Somehow she managed to limp home, then she had my aunt Agnes drive her to Kaiser Hospital. You don't know how concerned and helpless I felt when my mom told me what transpired. My Grandma helped raise me so I wish I had been available for her.
Me and my aunt Agnes haven't spoken in a while, but now I feel so grateful to her for taking care of Grandma, that now I'll definitely send her a Christmas card and write something special in it. Maybe that overture will help heal the petty rift between us.
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AuthorPaul Pommells has been an inmate of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation for more than twenty years, and has learned much about himself, his fellow inmates, and where one can find the hope and power to change. Poetry Corner
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