Three year old Hope was standing on a chair in her little bare feet coloring in her coloring book at the table as this tired old lady walked into the house.
Her dark eyes broke into sparkles as those smiling eyes looked at me while calling, "Gramma Becky! Gramma Becky!" and both she and I sat down together. Looking at me intently, she asked, "Where you been, Gramma Becky?"
"At my house," I replied.
Those wise eyes looked at me with a knowing look on her face. "Me too," she said.
Contributed by Becky.
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