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It was a spring day in June. I had tears in my eyes, but I could only assume this was the last time I would visit Grandma.
I walked up the street and turned up one block. I knocked on the door and Grandpa was standing there. He was really sad. We went into Grandma's room. There was a nurse next to her bed.
Grandma told me a story: "This garden once belonged to your Great-Grandmother. This garden Is magical and it could move to your house someday. " |
