You know how people say you shouldn’t mess with old folks because they’ve seen it all? Well, my grandfather Lionel is living proof of that wisdom.
My grandparents have lived in the same cozy hillside home for over forty years.
It’s the kind of place where everything has a story, including the old oak tree they planted when my mom was born, the wind chimes Grandpa made by hand, and even the stone steps Grandma still swept every morning.
They loved their quiet spot overlooking the valley. The only neighbor for years had been a vacant lot next door, which was steep and untouched.
It was like that until the day the machines came.
