200 years

I am fortune enough to know my grandparents.

To know who raised my parents to be who they are

is eye-opening.

I grew up my whole childhood knowing my grandparents

and having all four of them alive until I was 20.

Knowing how my grandparents met

and hearing about my grandfather’s time in war

and hearing about my great grandmother.

I have 200 years of family history on my father’s side

because I am fortune.

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