People Who Help Me

I am reminded by all the coincidences of how my Grandpa used to dance with me. I’d put my feet on his feet, and my hands in his, and we turn in circles on the kitchen floor.

I lived with them for a while. I’d wake up early in the morning, before dark. He was always awake for me. He would make me some coffeemilk. We’d sit together at the kitchen table, me watching him read the paper until Grandma got up.

I love him so.