Growing up, every year on my birthday, my grandma would give me an old postcard. They weren’t fancy or expensive — just faded cards with simple images of beaches, mountains, or cities. At first, I would smile politely, but by the time I turned 13, I started to frown and roll my eyes. “Why can’t Grandma give me something normal…
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