Saturday in the wee hours of the morning I could hear my grandson screaming as he ran towards my room. I got up and looked thinking the worst. He latched onto my legs crying. The thunder and lightning woke him and scared him. I tucked him into bed with me and he fell back to sleep right away. All... Sign in to see full entry.
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