I remember when I was 10 years old and every Friday, mi grandma took me from the school to the videogames machines, and she spent a considerable amount of money and time, all just for make me happy. Sometimes, we went to eat Kentucky Fried Chiken, for that reason I started to love the day before weekend. I stayed in his house every Saturday and Sunday, and when I realize that Monday was upcoming, I felt so sad. When I grew up, I noticed that the word "love" really exist. If not, how can I still remember her, so deeply, after 2 years of death?. Even the falling leaves in Autumn trigger recalls of her. That is what I feel. I hope you have good feelings about your own memories.
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