“This is for your grandmother, who walked a thousand miles on broken glass to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree where the fruit would grow to laugh.”
My grandmother once wrote of her concern that children, especially grandchildren, would probably never know their stories down through the roots “Of what happened in this world before their arrival in it.” She would probably smile knowing that my favorite word/concept is Ubuntu.
Ubuntu : I am because we are.
С Днем Рождения, Babushka.
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