As I swing the door open to my favorite diner, the bell hanging from the entryway signals my arrival. A waitress leads my family to our seats, and I don’t even bother unfolding the menu. I know ...
NAME Here I’ve been referring to my grandmom’s little sister as my great-aunt, to make the relationship clear. Maybe I should explain we don’t usually address her that way.
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