Pappaw’s Pocket-Watch

After my grandfather died, I kept his pocket-watch in a vintage jewelry box adorned with roses. It lay undisturbed among other trinkets for twenty years.

The moment I came out (and again on my wedding day), I heard ticking.

Pappaw had given me his blessing.

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