My grandmother wore a hairpiece wrapped in a large bun on the crown of her head. Once, at Disneyland, she joined me on Thunder Mountain, a rickety rollercoaster ride. As we rounded a bend, her hairpiece flew off her head. She leaped, lunged, and snatched it in midair! Breathless, clutching her prize, her blushing face glowed with victory. It didn’t occur to me that she might have felt humiliated. At twenty, I hadn’t seen her bald head in years, but she never looked more beautiful than she did that day, exploding with laughter and relief. We celebrated with ice cream.
Jennifer Duncan
18/11/2022 09:49:34 pm
Fun story full of good will and laughter.
Sue Clayton
19/11/2022 03:22:41 am
Well caught, grandma. Comments are closed.
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