I was at my grandparents recently. Not the ones with no space. The ones with the ants and the good food and a house that feels like a sauna. The one thing that almost made it worth it was a discovery I made, about an hour or two before our parents were going to pick us up. There was a pillow on my bed. That in itself was probably not very extraordinary, and if you were expecting something big, you’re probably about to throw something at me. WAIT! I’m not finished. There was something written on the pillow. On the edge, in faded black ink, were the words, “I <3 you." I don't know who wrote them, or to who, or even when, and it's been bugging me to no end. Now, was that extraordinary enough? We rode home with the windows open, even though it was cold out. I think the heat in their house got to my dad, even, because he normally doesn't do that.