After weeks of unremitting pain, a smile crossed her lips as she watched her great-grandson explore her home, a den of wonders tantalizing him with glass candy dishes and old shoes buried deep in Grandma's closet.
While in Sicily something magical happened on one day, without any planning or use of technology... Just me, my husband and two bad photocopies of a picture of my great-grandmother and a street in her village, Sperlinga.
Having a grandchild while your own mother is still alive adds a new set of shared experiences to the mother/daughter relationship. I knew my mom was excited when I went into labor. She would have sold her soul to get across the country in time to see me in the hospital.