My 7-Year-Old Granddaughter Adored
Lily once raced through the door shouting “GRANDPA!” and launching into Jim’s arms. He was her “favorite person.” But during a weeklong visit, she suddenly refused to hug him goodnight. Later she whispered, “Grandma… he’s different.” She had seen him crying alone at the kitchen table. “Grandpa never cries. He looked… small.” I began noticing…