My mother often told me, “Don’t sit on Grandpa’s lap.” I never understood why. One day, I didn’t listen to her and sat down anyway. Grandpa smiled, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, “Can you come sleep beside me tonight?”

“Because I didn’t want you to be scared.”

Grandpa took my hand.

“And I didn’t want to go to the hospital before keeping our promise.”

 

 

 

 

“What promi?”

He pointed toward the telescope.

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