Owliver
Last Thanksgiving, my family traveled to the midwest to visit my 94 year old grandmother so that our daughter could meet her. My family calls my grandmother Mo-Mo, a name that I allegedly gave Mo-Mo when I was a baby (there were no other witnesses, just Mo-Mo’s word). One day Mo-Mo was in a mood for reminiscing, understandable at her age. I asked her to tell me a story I had only heard passing references to over the years....