I love my grampa

My grandfather married my grandmother almost 40 years ago. He took in a retarded teenage step-son and a drug-addicted teenage step-daughter. They never moved out of his house. Neither did I. I know this isn’t where he wanted his life to go. He probably dreamt of retiring with my grandmother and having the house to themselves, without annoying, crippled, soul-sucking children. Even my friend who … Continue reading I love my grampa