I'm sixteen, and my grandma cleans the same school I go to. Some kids whisper about it — "Imagine your grandma mopping the hall while you walk by." But I've never been ashamed of her. Not once. Last week, we had our annual Talent Show. Parents from all grades came to watch, dressed up like it was a red-carpet event. After the show, kids went backstage to change out of their costumes while parents waited in the hallway. That's when it happened. My grandma, who always starts her shift right after