This month, I invite you into a personal moment — one that many grandmothers may know all too well: the turning of a page, the shifting of seasons, the slow, silent goodbye that comes with growing up.
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You Only Have 18 Summers Before They Fly
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This month, I invite you into a personal moment — one that many grandmothers may know all too well: the turning of a page, the shifting of seasons, the slow, silent goodbye that comes with growing up.