PASTSELENE'S POV:“Don’t forget to take your medicines,” I called, snatching my charger off the table and cramming it into my already overstuffed backpack.“I won’t,” my grandmother said. “Did you pack your brush?”I dug through the chaos I’d dumped into my bag until my fingers closed around the handle of a hairbrush.“Got it,” I yelled back, just as a car horn blared outside. “Shit, they’re here.”“Phone, house keys, Bluetooth, charger,” my grandma recited, ticking each item off from memory.“All of it,” I said, hoisting the bag onto my shoulders. “Okay. I think I’ve got everything.”“Good luck with the decathlon,” my grandmother said, fussing with my hair. “You'll be wonderful.”Over the past few months, I slowly worked through the resentment I once carried towards her. It happened so quietly, through shared silences and winter nights spent staring at the stars through the top of the line telescope setup she gifted me when she remembered my birthday a day later.I didn’t even noti
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