22 August 2026

The Best Prom Date in the Room

And then somebody screamed that the baby was still inside.

Me.

Grandpa didn’t hesitate.

Not even for a second.

At sixty-eight years old, he ran back into a burning house carrying nothing except a wet blanket and the belief that if I was still breathing, he was not leaving without me.

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