I remember that daymy Ouma and meperched on the benchin the shade of her stoepmaking up adventureslike we always did. I remember that daybright brown eyescrinkling at the edgesher words, like whisperscaptured by the keysas I typed, my new laptopbalanced on my knees. I remember that daymy Ouma and memind filled with lighteyes button-brightsharing her … Continue reading The Story Teller