My sister, mother and I were driving with “Gam,” our surrogate grandmother, when our 1990 Accord conked out at an intersection in Santa Ana. Seven years old, I sat crying in the back seat, thinking, “We’re going to die right here!” As I thanked God for my great, albeit short, life, Gam got out and began directing traffic. She made huge sweeping motions, the giant bangles on her wrist jingling with joy. “I’ll take care of you, kids. We’ve got this!” That’s how it always was with Gam. Our guardian angel, ready to save us from any and all dangers. — Annika Olson
Real Life of an MSW 
She is beautiful! And yes, that is what Gams do! I miss Momma so very much!
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She is stunning, and good black doesn’t crack…lol. Yes, I too enjoyed this story, as grams are often the protector, and set the behavior bar for the whole family.
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Oh my Jesus, her hair!
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