“I’m your grandmother Eleanor,” my mother said carefully.

“I already have Grandma June,” Rose announced.

“Then you are lucky to have many people who love you,” Eleanor replied.

I looked at her with gratitude.

She had prepared for this moment by asking how to avoid making it about her.

During the ribbon cutting, Hannah thanked the volunteers, the teachers, and the neighbors who had brought this place to life.

She didn’t mention me by name, nor should she have.