I Know You Are Not Mine

Well, we tried to make our own wigs.

Dear grandchildren,

You already know that I love you with unreasonably profound love. I love your crazy curly hair, your huge brown eyes, your heavenly giggles.

I’m your grandmother, your Nonni. It’s in the fine print of my job description to love you intensely and to spoil you rotten.

But we have a special situation.