I spent every summer with my grandparents in a small town. I got to be more independent than I could at home.
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Ashley Archambault
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My mother died when I was an infant. Spending summers with my grandparents helped me understand who she was — and who I was becoming.
I spent every summer with my grandparents in a small town. I got to be more independent than I could at home.
Essay by
Ashley Archambault
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