a wayback
Your grandpas, your grandmas, and that weird cousin who came from a country that smells like fish and spices.
My wayback is from Egypt. He still talks like he’s in a pyramid and knows all the secrets of the universe.
My wayback is from Brazil. She brought me a chicken and told me I was her favorite grandchild.
My wayback is from India. He came with a turban, a bag of spices, and a lot of opinions.