A Black Cat Named Alzheimer
Sarah was a girl just like you, Isabella. When I say just like you, I mean she wasn’t younger or older. She wasn’t taller or shorter. And when she laughed … do you know how she laughed? No? She laughed just like you. Loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. Sarah loved her grandfather. He was called René. You have one too—your grandpa Peter. Sarah’s grandpa was amazing. When her parents were busy, grandpa René would always play with her. If they weren’t home in the morning, he would wake her up and take her to kindergarten. He made the best hot chocolate in the world and the best cinnamon waffles. The house always smelled good when he was around. He would tell her all kinds of stories—stories about witches, leprechauns, or fairies. Sarah liked fairies very much. She even once told her mother she wanted to be a fairy when she grew up. Sometimes, Sarah and her grandpa would go out together, without her parents, just the two of them. In the summer, he would buy her ice cream...