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Grandpa and me By Celina |
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I had to hide. I couldn’t let anybody find me, I proposed as
the darkness grow over me . Grandpa I yelled, when he walked in the door joy lit my face. I ran like my life depended on it. I felt weightless my feet had stopped moving. I was flying I wanted to flap my arms like a bird in the beautiful blue sky. As my moment was ended I came back down and only my grandpa’s hand’s kept me in the air. Leaving me no air he had choked me with his kiss. As my grandpa settled down I asked a routine question, “Grandpa can I sit by you when we eat.” “You can, Celina.” “What are we having for dinner?” He asked me. “I don’t know. Would you like me to ask?”I replied. “Yes thank you,” He answered. As I intently followed my nose to the sweet smell caldo de pollo. “Grandma,” I called. But my voice couldn’t go higher than the noise of pots and pans. “Grandma, grandpa wants to know what is for dinner,” I repeated what I was asked. “Tell him caldo de pollo now go before you get hurt,”She replied. “Grandpa, we are eating chicken soup for dinner” I proposed. “Um.
My favorite. I can’t wait for dinner,” He told me. As the
smell of chicken soup grabbed our noses and pulled us to the table. We
bowed our heads and said grace.
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