But the toys and the cupboards that were always fully stocked with candy weren’t the main reason why I loved going to her and Grandpa’s house when I was little. It was because my grandmother gave me something way more precious—her undivided time and attention—and played with me like a peer. She never told me it was too cold to go outside; instead, she helped me dig tunnels through the snow. In the summer we played hopscotch in the driveway and badminton in the backyard. We went for walks around the neighborhood and ate fresh strawberries and ice cream on the porch. I was my grandmother’s world
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