Remembering my grandfather today- the smell and sound of him..his strong, sweet voice, his handsome face.

I was my grandpa’s chocolate chip – he loved me so deeply that his love still fills my soul with warmth and peace and self love. he loved my brown skin, and my smile… I was his darling chocolate chip

I was 3 years old when he died… and am 54 now.
Never think for a minute – that children don’t remember or that your words and actions have no affect upon them.

This is simply untrue – every second spent with a child is precious and is writing chapters in the book of their evolution..

Write sweetness, acceptance, and strength – please.

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