They spent the evening tucked away from the cold, Nela sharing stories of Halloweens past—of handmade costumes made from potato sacks and the year the power went out and they carved pumpkins by candlelight. Mia listened, her chin resting on her palms, realizing that while the candy was sweet, the history Nela held was the real treasure.
Nela stood on the porch, her silver hair catching the golden hour light. She wasn't just waiting for trick-or-treaters; she was waiting for the arrival of the next generation. When the car door finally clicked open, Mia tumbled out, a whirlwind of tulle and excitement. grandparentsx.21.10.31.mia.s.and.nela.decker.gr...
The late October sun was dipping low over the horizon on Halloween 2021, casting long, amber shadows across the Decker driveway. For Mia S., the day wasn't just about the oversized bag of Snickers or the itchy sequins on her costume; it was about the annual "Grandparents' Gala"—a tradition Nela Decker had started years ago. They spent the evening tucked away from the