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Today is a special day ,it’s my maternal Grandpa’s birthday.In many
years,we celebarted the day together happily ,with our whole family.But he has
gone …and won’t come back again.We know he is living in the heaven, with God and
gods.
That day ,I standed before him,during a queit moment ,he was looking at me
,smiling in peace …. And the next moring , he passed away…
I enjoyed the beautiful stories my grandpa told . He was a marvelous
storyteller.When I was a child , he liked to told mythology for us. All the
children crowded around him,like subjects around the throne. One after
another,he told stories from his hearts. And now,I announce that it is maternal
Grandpa’turn to listen to my stories for a change. I want to told him all about
my shool life,with wet ,flashing eyes.It recalls all kinds of lost
memories—stories about when we are little,stories about when Grandpa was
young,stories that are shared family treasuers. |
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