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"Sorry, Grandma," I said quickly and tucked my phone into my pocket. I knew she HATED when we weren't attentive to one another at a meal. Sitting down to share a meal wasn't just about eating the food with my Grandmother; it was about spending time with one another and building relationships. I washed my hands and hurried to the dining room, taking my seat. My Grandfather led us in grace, and we enjoyed our meal, enjoying small talk with one another. "Have you given any more thought to what you'd like to study at college, Sage?" my Grandfather asked. "I'm not sure. Colleges are accepting applications this fall. I am considering applying to an environmental science, veterinary science, environmental health, or public health program. All of these are offered at the local college, too. But