Abstract:
This book as the others is dedicated to My bestest friend ever, Maya.

While sitting in church one Sunday with the tiny little girl thing squirming at my side I heard this tiny voice from the seat beside me, At’s my Grampa.

Another Sunday while sitting in the same pew this little girl thing squirmed up to my ear as the minister was giving the benediction and whispered, Grampa, this is my most favorite part.

When she was three years old, she approached my chair and placed her little arm next to mine and said, Look Grampa, we are not the same color. Now how does a bigoted old man explain this to a little Chinese girl who has stolen his heart?