“Oh, you know,” I waved my hand, “it means I thought I was pretty cool.”
As we waited for the pie to bake, filling the house with the sweet smell of cinnamon and apples, Lily and I sat at the kitchen table, swapping stories.
She told me about her friends, her favorite subjects at school, and the boy she had a crush on (though she made me promise not to tell her mom).
A teenage girl and grandmother having a conversation while baking | Source: Midjourney
“You know,” I said, as I pulled the golden-brown pie out of the oven, “I might have some old photos of me in those go-go boots somewhere. Want to see?”
Lily’s face lit up. “Yes, please!”
We spent the afternoon digging through old photo albums, laughing at the fashions of years gone by. Lily was particularly amused by George’s handlebar mustache from the 70s.
“Oh my god, Grandpa,” she giggled, “what were you thinking?”
Two adults and a girl poring over a family photo album | Source: Midjourney
