“I don’t have any memories of Ima, though. She died before I was born. And I really only met Uncle Ben once, right after I was born.” Grandma Rosie nodded. “That doesn’t matter anymore, Bubbelah. We couldn’t see so many of the threads that tied us together while we were alive. Those threads are visible now.” She paused, then added, “If you know the way.”
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