Tyler wanted to buy the bag of fruits for his grandmother, but he refused to take it for free. The owner of the grocery store happened to notice this adamant and brilliant child and decided to step in an unexpected way.
“What is always in front of us, but we can’t see it?” Tyler was quietly watching his favorite video on his mother’s phone. He and his grandmother were sitting on the porch of her home, swinging back and forth on rocking chairs.
The whooshing sounds of the breeze covered up something funny that Tyler’s grandmother said to him, and the duo burst out laughing.
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Tyler chuckled again just watching his grandmother’s laugh on the screen.
‘Meemaw looks so beautiful when she smiles!’ he thought to himself.
To eight-year-old Tyler, the 60-year-old was his closest friend. Like every grandmother, she helped watch the child and take care of him when his parents were busy trying to make ends meet.
But Martha was different. She taught him to be unapologetically curious, to read books that he wouldn’t understand, and ask questions that would sometimes leave her speechless.
Martha taught him that food was medicine and illness was a way of the body telling you it needed more of something and less of something else.
While other children in Tyler’s class shared stories of princesses and warriors they heard from their grandparents, Tyler would share real-life stories of courage and kindness from Martha’s former career as a nurse.
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But perhaps one of the best things he loved to hear from her was riddles. Martha seemed to have a truckload of them in her mind, and it was Tyler’s mission to answer each of them on his own, even if it took hours or days.
Finally, when he got the answer right, she would give him a prize of 50 cents.
As Tyler sat up thinking of his grandmother that night, he looked at the piggy bank on the nightstand. It was heavy with coins of 50 cents. He lifted it, careful not to wake his mother with the slightest clink.
‘What can I do with this money to help grandma get better?’ Tyler wondered, staring at the box.
Tyler remembered what the doctor had said earlier that day.
“She will recover slowly, but there is a real danger of contracting pneumonia. If she does, it will complicate things.”
Tyler remembered this word because he himself had contracted pneumonia once. He had a faint memory of how his grandmother had never left his bedside during those few rough days. She would sing his favorite lullabies and feed him plenty of soup and fruits. Among other sweet fruits, there was a plate of fresh orange slices twice a day.
“They’re rich in Vitamin C, Ty. They’ll help you heal super-quick, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time!”
