A chill ran through my entire body.
She opened the door.
Standing outside was a tall man of about eighty, wearing a dark blue suit and holding a large bouquet of white roses. When he saw Grandma, such a warm smile appeared on his face that, for a moment, we forgot all our fears.
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Grandma took his hand and led him into the room.
“This is Henry,” she said. “We met at my childhood friend’s memorial eight months ago.”
The man greeted us nervously.
Grandma blushed like a teenage girl.
“Henry lost his wife ten years ago, and I lost your grandfather fifteen years ago. At first, we simply talked. Then we began taking a walk together every morning. He reminded me that as long as I’m alive, my life isn’t over.”
