By the time this photo was taken, I was already gone

Day 1 of The Seal: A 30-Day Micro-Memoir Series

I am ten years old.

I’m seated next to my paternal grandmother.

I’ve never had a conversation with her without an interpreter.

Because we don’t speak a mutual language. Not even the language of love.

She is a stranger to me.

But I know that I’m supposed to love her.

I sit there trying to look the part of the granddaughter as much as I know how.

But the truth i…