The Phone in Grandma's Drawer

My grandma has an old phone in her drawer.

It is heavy and black, and it has real buttons.

She used it to call my dad when he was a boy.

Now she has a small new phone.

She can see our faces on it, and she can send photos.

Last week, she learned to buy food with it.

She smiled and said, "This is easy!" But she still keeps the old phone.

"It remembers my first calls," she says.

I think both phones are good.

One holds her past, and one helps her today.