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Pat
randpa used to be my best friend and favourite story-teller. But he passed away just a month ago. I cried uncontrollably then.Grandpa used to say, "Stories are the making of information, they are the foundation of the brains. When you write a story my dear girl, remember that it is the thing which tells others how powerful your language, your brain, your expressing yourself is. Remember that, and remember it well..." He said it almost everytime after he told me a story, he said it when I wrote. In fact, that was the cleverest statement he had ever made in his entire life. And he told it only to me. You see, I was his favourite grandaughter. He had many, lots of them, but I always loved him and went an extra mile for him. I sided him when he was right and told him when he was wrong... I was his advisor when he had no idea which thing to get or when he was in trouble. He told me that his wife, my grandma, who died when I was eight, was just as beautiful as me. I reminded him of her. I was a walking photograph. He always told me that I was very beautiful and that even my beauty was just a bud. When I grow up I would be much prettier, my beauty would bloom out for the world to see. I had many good, fun, enjoyable and unforgettable adventures with him. He was old but he was smart as an owl and as crafty and a fox. How I admired him! He seemed always redy to solve a problem. He seemed prepared for anything, even the earth to melt! He had all kinds of tools and all kinds of small cute 'inventions' which he wanted to keep secret and he wanted to pass on to me. I have decided to carry on and improve these little inventions and I will help to carry on his memory...forever...
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