NIRVANA

“What’s going on, honey?”

“What do you mean, Grandpa?” The last time I danced with him was when I turned eighteen. I always dreamed of dancing with him at my wedding, but maybe that chance was over.

My grandfather raised me, and I was an awkward kid growing up. I didn’t have many friends, or I preferred not to. I always knew I was different, and I chose scribbling in my notebook over going out with girls. I was always a loner until I went to college and ...