Maya,
Your grandmother says I’m not allowed to make this long, so here goes.
You failed chemistry the first time. You called me from the bus stop and I didn’t know what to say, so I told you about the time I got fired from the paper mill. That wasn’t much help. You took it again that summer and got a B, and you texted me a picture of the paper. It’s still on the fridge under the Tigers magnet.
You always had the brains. That summer was the hard part. You went back in.
I hope you find work you don’t mind on a Monday. I hope you call your mother more than you call me. You won’t.
Grandpa

