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14 years old

  • Writer: Mary Ann Parfitt
    Mary Ann Parfitt
  • Sep 2, 2022
  • 1 min read

My grandson is 14. I remember the day he was born weighing in at 3lbs 6oz and 18 inches long. He was little but tough, a real fighter. At 5lbs they brought him home. From that moment on I spent as much time as I could with him to give him the best start in life. He was smart. He would go far, I still believe that, in spite of all the setbacks. I believe there's a reason for everything.

 
 
 

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