I had the greatest grandmother that anyone could want.  She made delicious food and would make a feast, incorporating all of her grandkids' favorites into one huge meal.  It was like Thanksgiving every day at her house.

When I was three or four, I went to stay with her for a while in her trailer, and she brought out her pet squirrel to show me.  That's right.  A pet squirrel.  I rubbed it and thought it was so cute.  And then I rubbed it the wrong way, and it scratched me.  Grandma took care of me and wiped away my tears as she stuck a bandaid on the scratch.

She's dead now.  And every time I look at the tiny scar on my hand, I remember her.