Friday, July 29, 2005

Someone else held my hand, that was my mother, as i was told. But I didn't like it. I ran to my Grandpa. I saw he was carrying too many things. So I went to my aunt whom i knew for three years now. My mother just smiled and came close to me. I held my aunt's arm tightly. Luckily my grandmom came to my rescue and started talking to my mom. She liked my grandmom. Oh yes! my grandmom was her mother. She liked her. They seemed to have a very affectionate conversation. I held my grandmom's hand and slowly brought a smile on my face. That was for my mother. She was probably nice, if she was so nice to my grandmom, my ammama.

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