Dear Grandma

Dear Grandma,

I wish you were here, just because I want you here. Also, because I want you to know what I’ve gone and done.

That boy…your boy…the one who spelled “as” with one too many s’s.

The boy who was sorted into the slow reading group in third grade.

The one who kept calling tomatoes potatoes.

The boy who did so poorly on his PSAT exam that he was called into the counselor’s office.

That boy whose dyslexia had those letters dancing all over the page of every book he read.

In two days’ time, that boy…your boy…will be an author.

Can you believe that?

I can’t.

But then, I can.

Because I had you.

I miss you.

– Your boy