Spending the summers with my grandmother allowed me to get to know her better

Spending the summers with my grandmother allowed me to get to know her better

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I didn't see my grandmother, Mémère, often. She lived in a small village near Paris called Chauconin-Neufmontiers, while I grew up in Henderson, just outside Las Vegas, after being born in France. But despite the 5,436 miles between us, a simple phone call made it feel like she was just down the hall.

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