When I first saw my great grandma I thought she was ugly little did I know I'd only have three years to visit. I was 5. You can do the math to find out how old I was when she died. It's easy. 5+3 add them and get your answer. My mom was holding a heart shaped box with a blazing red bow on it. I touch it, and it is soft. My mom looks down at my curious face and says with a voice like silk you might get some if great grandma shares them with you sweetie, but you have to be a good little girl and give Ma a great big hug. Be careful on her though, she is fragile. My mom goes first I shiver behind her as a shy little girl, then my mom picks me up and holds me over her. I smile slightly with an unsure face, and she laughs at me. She asked me if I would like a chocolate or two. I grin, and lick my lips. She laughs even harder at that. I laugh too. I also grab 2 chocolates and stuff them in my mouth and smile with brown, chocolate, and carmal-ized teeth.
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The Chocolates Sweet Love
Non-FictionThis was the gift we always got my great grandma, in which we called: Ma...Chocolates. I wrote this story in memory of her.
