When Emily was seven, I worked as a nurse at a small community hospital. Her mother had been admitted following a serious accident, and Emily had nobody else to care for her. I took the little girl home temporarily, but those few weeks became months.
We baked cookies, read bedtime stories, and planted flowers together. Before long, she started calling me Grandma Margaret. Unfortunately, her relatives eventually arrived and took her to another state. I cried when she left, but I made her promise to remember that she would always have a home with me. Now, standing inside Romano’s, she was finally looking at me again.
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