By Eddie D. Moore

Dan scrolled through the photos of his granddaughter in his text messages: catching the bus for her first day of school, a birthday party, a late night dinner, swinging in the park, picking flowers and chasing her cat. Every one of them made his heart ache and fill with joy simultaneously. Her smile brightened his days, and her piercing eyes always warmed his soul like nothing else. He had watched that old video of her laughing dozens of times, as well as the one of her singing her favorite song. His only regret was never actually getting to meet her.

Eddie D. Moore travels hundreds of hours a year, and he fills that time by listening to audiobooks. When he isn’t playing with his grandchildren, he writes his own stories.

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