My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

He shrugged.

“Seemed appropriate.”

Noah chewed on one wheel immediately.

My grandfather looked offended.

“That is a classic automobile.”

“He’s six months old, Grandpa.”

“Still. A man should respect fine engineering.”

I laughed.

It felt strange and beautiful, laughing in a room where no one used it against me.

The last time I saw my continue reading …