Copyright – Danny Bowman
“It’s hard to believe, but when I was a teenager mobile phones didn’t exist. I used to sneak off to the public phone on the corner of the block to ring my boyfriend. It was the only way I could get a private conversation.”
“Oh, Grandma,” Jenna giggled, holding her frail hand.
“A few years later I met your Gramps. It’s funny, the phone is still there, after all these years… outliving the people who talked on it.”
“Not everyone Grandma, you’re going to be okay.” Jenna reassured her, the lights of the monitors blearing as tears filled her eyes.