Mothers and Grandmothers
The following story is only as true as you think it is.
On the wall of my grandparents' house, there was a drawing done in colored pencil. It was a charming picture of a small boy riding a tricycle by the front porch of a familiar house.
It was a picture of my older brother, who’s no longer with us.
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