My 68 y.o. grandma wrote in the family chat asking for money

for money because I wanted to give you one last birthday the way I used to when you were little. Remember the scavenger hunts? The warm banana bread? I wanted to see your smile again, even if just in my heart. I know you’re grown now. I know you have your own life. But to me, you’ll always be that sweet boy who held my hand crossing the street.

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