Sensing the disappointment etched upon my grandparents’ faces, I watched as they eagerly inquired about his whereabouts, their concern, and anticipation palpable in the air. And then, in a gesture that spoke volumes, they declared that dinner would not commence until Sam had arrived, a testament to the newfound bond blossoming between them. Days after that fateful evening, my grandparents approached Sam and me, their expressions filled with humility and remorse.
In a poignant display of vulnerability, they confessed to Sam the depth of their regret, acknowledging the pain and injustice they had inflicted upon him due to the color of his skin. In that moment, as Sam stood before them with grace and dignity, I witnessed the transformative power of compassion and understanding. Source: amomama
