With a big smile on his face, grandpa kissed my mom goodbye and turned to me without losing his happy demeanor. As she walked back to the car, he gave me an unusually strong hug and whispered, “boy, that is not your mother.”
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Thank you for your mysterious entry, that was a close call. Maybe he would have been kidnapped if not for his grandpa coming to his rescue. I shall add you to the list above.
Thanks, verbal-d!