Then she stopped walking because she was perhaps tired. The grandson looked puzzled. He didn't know what to do.
She crossed over and sat by the side of the road. The grandson stood by her wondering what to do. A tender moment. A shared moment. A moment of love.
An act of love.
I sent some energy her way and hoped they both went wherever they had to go and had a good time while at that.
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