This sink belonged to my Grandma, and it sat in her kitchen for as long as I can remember. I used to stand beside her, helping with the dishes while we shared the best conversations.
When she passed, my aunt inherited the house. During her remodel, she didn’t want the sink—so of course, I took it. Now it sits in my own kitchen, carrying with it all those sweet memories of Grandma and our time together.
Via: Teresa gray
