Wednesday, October 19, 2011

On a Park Bench



"Grammy, why do friends change?"

" I don't know, Honey. Some just do."

"Is it me?"

"No. It's not you. Kids change friends quite a lot. So do adults."

"Have your friends changed."

"Yes. Sometimes they change. Sometimes we change. Some times things change. It's all normal."

"I don't like it."

"Me neither."



"I love you."

The sunshine is warm as a grandma and granddaughter sit on the park bench. I smile,  "I love you, too."