When I stopped the bus to pick up little five year old Chris

When I stopped the bus to pick up little five year old Chris for preschool, I noticed an older woman hugging him as he left the house.

“Is that your grandmother?” I asked Chris when he boarded.

“Yes,” Chris said. “She’s come to visit us for Christmas.” “How nice,” I said. “Where does she live?” “At the airport,” Chris replied. “Whenever we want her we just go out there and get her.”


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