There was a Storm in grandma’s head. She couldn’t remember everything so well.

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She got her walking stick and I held her hand.
We walked together through the place she liked.

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Sometimes she stopped and asked me something.
“What does bananas mean?”
I sighed. Then she asked.
“Where is my walking stick?”
I sighed and smiled to her.
Grandma held it in her hand.

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“Who are you?”
She asked me this question too.

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I loved my grandma so much.

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