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crying crying mayb i'll hf to confess bout ths a little....my gramma was a person hu inspired me...she died when i was five and left me, my mom, my dad, and my gramps alone. she died 10 days after my mom celebrated her birthday...it was 11 january whns she died an my mom's birthday was the first january... crying crying she died at night...whn i was at home my mom n dad said tht thy wr going 2 the hospital to accompany my gramma hu was ill and dying, till late night when i was sleeping with my maid at my room the telephone rang...RANG RANG...my maid went outside and pick up the phone, it was my mom and she wanted to talk to me, so i opened the cover and ran to the telephone, my mom was breathing deeply and i dont knw y....so i asked wats wrong and she said the most awful sentence in the world...."ur gramma died" i closed the phone directly went to the room and cried...my maid held me tight and told me tht she'll be happier there and it would be peaceful....and after 7 years of her death i bought a book called life on the refrigerator door....and tht story was about a woman hu had breast cancer..and whn i read tht specific word i shed a tear remembering my gramma....
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