We called her Daisy. It was not her real name but her given name—given to her by my big sister when she was little. Daisy didn’t seem to mind, though, because she was our grandmother and we were her granddaughters. Daisy's house was a magical place...
Vegetables. I wasn't a fan. Under duress and my parents' watchful eyes, I would take a bite of green beans and shiver as it went down. And I thought for sure that squash would be the death of me...
Squirming, talking, looking out the window at the sunshine. We could not keep still. Finally, the last school bell would ring, and out of the building we would fly…
