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I was sound asleep. My grandfather appeared in a dream. He asked why I had
never visited him and grandma at the cemetery. He said that even my mom hadn’t
visited since October 4 (grandma’s birthday). He told me that, when I was young,
I had walked out into a pond and slipped under water. He had rescued me. He said
grandma was supposed to be watching me, but that she had gotten sick all of a
sudden and was throwing up. It was probably the fresh blackberries they had
picked and eaten earlier. Grandma had a bad stomach.
My parents were out on a boat in the pond. They did not know that grandpa
had saved me until they got back to shore. I was in a towel and my clothes were
drying on bushes. My brown and white Buster Brown shoes were also soaked. I was
only three years old, grandpa said. My parents were angry at first, but when
they saw that grandma was still feeling sick, they forgave her.
Grandpa told me that we had a picnic after that. The four of us ate some
chicken, potato salad, and homemade cookies. We drank lemonade. Then grandpa
took me for a walk in the woods (I sat on his shoulders). I saw some daisies,
and we picked them. When we returned, I presented three daisies to mom and three
to grandma, who was finally feeling better. Grandpa said to bring some daisies
to the gravesite. Then I woke up. |
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