![]() ![]() We all had already been telling stories of the past. She had been making berry soup from Saskatoon berries that she had frozen from the past summer. Surely I couldn’t have asked the Creator for a better day to hear my grandma’s story. Such a beautiful afternoon it was, with the sun shining through the windows and onto the clean floor, the Rocky Mountains in the distance, and the hills close by. The three of us were sitting at the kitchen table with our only living grandparent. On a hot spring afternoon, my mother brought my sister and me to visit our grandmother.
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