Maybe right now on 117 West 90th Street in apt 5B, there are 56 years of memories all floating around simultaneously, never disturbing each other, and playing out on a plane I will never see.
Thank you for sharing this tender story ❤️
Beautifully written. This story made me cry as it reminded me of the life I knew of my own late grandmother. Thank you for sharing 💕
Thank you for sharing this tender story ❤️
Beautifully written. This story made me cry as it reminded me of the life I knew of my own late grandmother. Thank you for sharing 💕