A 90 Year Age Difference.

I love taking my residents to read to children. Today we took some of them to meet a classroom of two-year-olds. “Grandma?” one little boy asked, looking around at all of the older women. He ran up and hugged each woman, one at a time. The other children followed suit, and by the end of the hour each resident had gotten ten individual hugs.

One of my residents doesn’t smile much. She beamed the whole way back to the community.

Published by rachaelwonderlin


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