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Grayson's Words of Wisdom
That night, after dinner, I went to my room to call my sister. It had been a long time since I had really talked to her, and I wanted to see how her first week of school had gone. The last time I’d talked to her, Mom was planning to take her shopping to buy school clothes, and Grayson was super excited about that, even though she wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of starting a new school. I knew that I was actually funding all of those new clothes, but I was okay with it, as long as it made my sister happy.
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