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A Remembrance to Grandma

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     “Hey, where are you going?” asked his mother. “I need some help.”
     “I’m going to my room. I’ll help later - maybe.”  He was shocked by his mother’s decision. He sat on his bed and stared at the wall, remembering his grandma sitting in her wheelchair beside the what-not shelf. He remembered the times he sat beside her while she read stories to him. He saw her warm, loving smile and caring eyes and he heard her soft voice as she helped him with his spelling lessons.  They played games and worked puzzles together and sometimes just sat and talked.
     Paul had never thought much about this shelf when Grandma was living, but now that she was gone, it was the one thing that seemed precious and comforting to him.  Tears welled up in his eyes as memories of Grandma kept pouring in.
     I wish I had $200, I’d buy that shelf, thought Paul.
     That evening Paul helped carry things to the garage, including the antique what-not shelf.  Paul rearranged the furniture pieces so that the shelf was hidden from view.
     “I hope no one likes Grandma’s shelf,” said Paul sadly.                                   
     “Paul, this shelf is a real antique.  It’s worth a lot of money,” said his dad.  “You don’t realize how valuable it is.”
    “I do - You and Mom don’t!  It’s valuable to me,” said Paul as he marched back into the house.  Paul could hear his parents talking in the garage.

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