The couch straight from the 70s, covered in flowers the color of the foul-smelling drink that looked like cranberry juice in Papa’s Barney-sized hand, was weighed down by boxes and bags filled with presents. Ribbons and bows, but not like the ones in my hair, and wrapping paper, with the words â...
Any time I went to my grandparents' house, there were two guarantees. One, the candy drawer would be full, and two, my grandfather would be playing the piano.
Papa, as we called him, sat perched on a blue cushion attached precariously to a rickety piano bench. Stacks of music, yellowed with a...
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