“Grans, why is that little girl following me?” We were in Shop Rite, I’ve graduated from Granny to Grans. “She’s little and you’re a big girl so she admires you.” “I’m not big. I’m still your little girl, right? I hugged her. “Yes you are. You’ll always be.” She walked over to the small child and said with wisdom beyond her age, “Stay close to your mommy so no one will take you away.” Climbing into the cart, she settled in to munch on an apple. I wanted to call out, “Mine, see world, she’s my grandest grandchild.” I paid, we left. Another joyous moment with my little girl.