Lost and found
Picture credits: creative_outlet “Grand mama! Grand mama….Good God! Nobody hears me! Are you there granny?” shouted 16 year old Rachel as she scurried through Margaret’s hallway only to find her heartily rocking in the chair, smiling from ear to ear, deeply involved in Archie comics, her all time favorite pastime. Upgrading her liberty to authority, Rachel clutched the rocking chair, snatched the book from Margret’s hands and threw her a stern look. Not so surprised Margret, tiredly sighed and spoke, “Buttercup! This is the third time in a day. I know I live across the street and I also understand I am your personal diary but I too need a break to get scribbled all over. Just allow me a couple of hours and...