Bricks

When I was young, my great grandmother always said that she’d have to put a brick on my head to stop me growing so fast. Every time I’d see her she would say she was putting a brick on my head. Still I grew, and we’d laugh about how many bricks it would take to stop me. It was our joke.

I’ve outgrown all my bricks now. I was six feet tall on the day she died.

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