“First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case.
Check.”
“Grandma??”
“Blanket. Check. Fruits. Check. Books. Check… This
old age can’t remember… I think everything is here now”, murmuring to herself.
“What are you writing Grandma??”
“Oh, darling! Did you say something? I have become a
weak ear lately”
“Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is
it a story about me Grandma that you writing?”
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