The ninja and I went to a church. I didn’t know why we were there, but we sat down on these wooden folding chairs for a little while. Then it seemed we were sitting in this public area, more like a mall, and I looked over and my grandmother and grandpa were sitting there. My grandmother had just gotten her nails done, and she sat down, spreading her fingers to catch the light. They were a soft pink and I started to cry. I told the ninja that my grandma used to do her nails a lot, and she took special care of them, and I missed that.
Then my grandparents were sitting to my right and I looked at her and she said "oh you have pretty eyes," and I said thanks, and she was like “Fred, look at her eyes!” and my grandpa looked over and saw the eyebrow piercing and went “oh yeah, I see!” and she said “no, not that, her eyes!”
It was a nice visit regardless.
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