Milk of the Month

For a class of mine I wrote something about my Great Grandmother

I came into class yesterday and the prof asked me to read it to the class. I happened to be wearing a shirt that had belonged to my great grandmother. I stuttered at one point durring the reading which I think was her sticking it to me because she hated when I straightened my hair.

She meant a lot to me and it’s little moments like this that happen ever so often that make me feel like she is watching over me.