A rude woman forced my grandmother out of the cabana on her 90th birthday — but just 15 minutes later, I made sure she regretted it.

took her time answering.

Last time, she had come because she thought she was saying goodbye to something she loved. I think we both knew that.

She reached for my hand.

“Last time,” she said, “I came to say goodbye to the ocean.”

She smiled and closed her eyes against the breeze.

“This time, I came to say hello again.”

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