When I was very young, no less than five or more than six, I noticed my grandmother’s keychain. It was a blue teardrop of vinyl on which hung a metal pendant. “Keep On Truckin’” underneath a cartoon of a man crashing a car into a brick wall.
“Mimi? Can I have that when you die?” I still had a lot of manners to learn.
On my grandfather’s birthday, the first of the year, she handed me a tiny box.
“A Mimi never forgets.” Inside was that keychain, the one I’d coveted twenty years ago. “Now, you just have to keep on truckin’.”
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