A girl I know got pregnant a while back. She was in no position to raise a baby. Her mother adopted the baby, making the baby her sister. Confused yet? No. Keep reading.
Fast forward about 20 years (yes, I said 20). Baby is now having a baby. And that makes the girl (besides an older woman)....
a). An aunt (again, number 13 if she is counting correctly)?
b). A grandmother?
c). Something else?
d). Extremely proud regardless.
No gorey details. They are not important right now. The question remains, who am I? I did not raise this child, although I have been involved/helped/we know each other well. So, I am not Grandma (my mom is Grammy). People keep saying grandma, but I don't know. I guess some very real conversations are in order.
In the mean time, I am starting this.
Because, I believe in heirlooms and starting traditions.
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