


My grandfather sacrificed his last watermelon of the season for my visit. We had a great time gorging ourselves on the sweet meat.

Saturday,I washed and curled my grandmother's hair at her beauty shop. She felt like a million bucks for church on Sunday.

Being there refreshes something deep within me. I proud to have my roots in that fertile soil. My memories are long and my heart full. God has blessed me beyond my greatest expectations.
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