My Grammie transformed her carport into a nail salon one afternoon each summer when we visited. I remember her pushing back my cuticles, trimming my nails, and then painting them. She always had manicured looking nails. I remember how much I wanted mine to look like that.
When I saw my mom painting my daughter's nails - all I could think about was my Grammie and that carport.
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