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"Every story has to start somewhere. It almost doesn't matter how you start, but it matters that you start."

It stood out from all the rest in the peaceful neighborhood where my grandparent's house was. the glittering white paint that seemed to never fade, the garden where rose bushes, lillies, elephant ears, trumpet plants and hibiscus illed the earth around me with welcoming colors and a sense or warmth and love. Every awaking moment of my childhood was spent here. My grandparents house was a place of comfort and security, and yet also one of sorrow. finally,After 2 hours of drive, we finally arrived to a very familiar place.

As soon as we arrived, my grandparents along with their hybrid  MILLIA welcomed us

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As soon as we arrived, my grandparents along with their hybrid  MILLIA welcomed us.

After 7 years i met my grandparents again. they seemed much more venerable whereas  millie seemed more mature than i can recall. hybrids were not new to the world, almost everyone owned one and though they were almost like humans but still were completely different; they were a combination of human and an animal. furthermore, they could be dangerous but are mostly pleasant.

"daisy, my sweet. its great seeing you after such a long time. you grew up so much. i was so dejected when you stopped visiting us"- said my grandma.

"its not like that granny, i was just constantly busy with the upcoming projects and school work. i'm sorry i couln't come sooner."

"no biggie, come on in , lets have you all warmed up so we all can finally  catch up"- said granny.

As soon as we entered i was greeted by the sweet aroma of pie and mouthwatering delicacies.

"Daisy, Ryan immediately come downstairs after washing up and don't start fighting."- said my mom.

"yes mom"- me and my brother ryan said in conjunction.

As soon as i entered my old room, i felt nostalgic. After washing up; as i was scrolling through instagram, i was jolten due to sudden knock on my door. i opened the door and found millie with a joyful millie. 

" hey millie, whats up? its great to see after so long."- i exclaimed.

A very excited millie said-" daisy, it's been forever since i last saw you. you were just a kid back then now look at you all grown up."

" millie, i was 10 back then. what do you expect? obviously i would grew plus look at you, you too look so matured and different."-i said.

"whatever kid, come downstairs for family dinner."- millie replied.

As soon as i arrived i was greeted with delicious food and everyone was already seated.i sat beside my granny.

"so daisy, how have you been?"- asked my grandpa

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"so daisy, how have you been?"- asked my grandpa.

"i am great grandpa. how are you? its been forever since we met and yet you look the same."-i replied.

"oh dear, i am great and we missed you a lot. you and ryan were so young when you last visited. now you both grew so much. those memories feels like just yesterday so both were 10 and 8."- grandpa said.

"grandpa, come on. don't be so emotional. me and daisy also missed you, granny and millie a lot."- said ryan.

"don't worry, mom and dad; i'm sure now we all would meet more frequently."- said my dad.

"i hope so too pete."- replied grandpa.

"now everyone, start eating the food before it gets cold."- said granny.

everyone rapidly indulged in their own talks and were peacefully enjoying their food. all of a sudden doorbell rang. millie excused herself to answer the bell. millie entered alongside .

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i was shocked too see him after 7 years. never in the world i expected to see him here.

"zach, you came. its great to see you after so long."- said my granny

everyone exchanged pleasantries with zach and welcomed him except me. zach was my grandparents first hybrid. they got millie 3 years after him.

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