I came through the living room into
the turret the other night and this cozy
sight was in my view. For a moment,
I felt likeI was standing in my dear
gramma's tiny little house. At a young
age, I loved how her home was very
inviting, tidy and warm. Almost all
Sundays were spent at their home for
dinner and I was so sad when they did
move to an apartment after my grampa
had a series of heart attacks and caring
for a home became too much for them.
The apartment was sweet but never the
same from that time on. I missed this!
~ Chy
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