“My Grandma’s not the wrinkled kind; she’s the special kind instead. She wears trainers with yellow laces and she laughs very loud. She remembers lots of things like milk carts and special songs. But some days, her remembering is not so good…”
A wonderfully moving account of the special relationship between a little girl and her grandmother who has Alzheimer’s.Bookmark the permalink. ← Mama Zooms My Chair →
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