After Graduation, I Took One Quiet Step to Protect My Future. It Turned Out to Matter

warmed the wood beneath our chairs. He had a blanket over his knees even though it wasn’t cold. His hands looked thinner than they used to, veins raised like river maps, but his eyes were still sharp.

“They’ve already taken enough from you,” he said.

I tried to laugh it off, like I always did when affection felt too heavy. “Grandpa, don’t start.”

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