earlier, she had given her favorite vase to a neighbor. At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it.
Now every little thing felt like a farewell.
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By 5:45 that evening, we were already outside her house. There were so many cars parked along both sides of the street that
I realized Grandma hadn’t invited only us. My aunt, uncle, cousins, and even relatives who lived out of town had come.
Everyone looked worried. When Grandma opened the door, I could barely hold back my tears.
She was wearing her best black dress with tiny white flowers. Her hair had been carefully styled, and on her feet were the red
shoes she saved only for special occasions. Her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been crying. I wrapped my arms
