The Hidden Truth Tucked Inside My Grandma’s Postcards
Every birthday, my grandma gave me an old postcard—lighthouses, trains, and cryptic phrases like “Keep your map even when the road is straight.” By 17, I had 17 cards, tucked into a shoebox. A month later, she died. Twenty years passed: college, marriage, divorce. Clearing out my childhood home, I found those postcards again—this time…
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