543 Day Writing Journey

Cards, Anyone? Day 127.

Nana and I both held our perfectly aligned hand of cards in from of our faces, blocking our lips and nose. Our eyes found each other, and I could see hers crinkle. She was smiling.

“Gin!” Nana said.

“Darn it!” I really thought I had her.

Nana and I played gin rummy quite often, and she never let me win. I am the same way with my boys. There’s nothing wrong with a gentle, yet healthy, sense of competition.

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