My grandmother and I have always been close. Growing up, I spent most weekends at her house, listening to stories about her childhood and the adventures she had.
Becca with her grandma | Source: Midjourney
She’d make us tea, and we’d sit on her porch swing, laughing about things that didn’t seem to matter to anyone else but us. When I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, she was the one who encouraged me to pursue graphic design.
So when I heard that her condition was getting worse, I knew I had to be there. I needed to see her, hold her hand, and remind her of the stories we shared. The worry about her health was like a heavy weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Nervous Becca | Source: Midjourney
I finally found my seat near the window and sighed with relief. I put my laptop bag under the seat in front of me and sat down. As I was buckling my seatbelt, I noticed the man who would be sitting next to me.
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