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The Power of Grandma


For you. My darling grandma... _______________________________ One phone call changed my life, a elderly grandma risking a big price. Alone you came, our excitement for you couldn't contain. In January you came, yet June you left. Hearing of that one phone call, our hearts full of theft. You came when we needed you the most, thank god for your arrival, Now its time to have as much fun, since our 12 yr survival. "Am I dreaming?" Hard to believe your actually with me, "No this is real" She said most guarantee. "Ok.. Im finally a believer". Now it feels like a calming reliever. "Watch out world, greatest grandma came to see us! Yes! Come take a ride of life, with the Fathiya Ibrahim express!" Where do I start? So much to say. Its like the world opened up for the most brightest day. For the day my beautiful grandma sees us, and would never go away. And while you were with me, You taught me everything. From early spring, to summer learning never ending. I think "The sweetest kiss, the sweetest soul, the sweetest personality ever to come across." I just cant comprehend, how I went this far with such a big loss. So I took advantage of this time. For all those kisses I missed became my hearts big crime. And Ya sitto (my grandma) I gave you too many kisses, so much in fact you gave me angry hisses. We laughed and we loved, we ate and we dined your love was superior, making everybody's love for you shine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked at the date, And then my stomach dropped. The pain never stopped. Like excessive air in a balloon ready to pop. Now its time for you to go, but the place I have for you in my heart will always grow. I never knew time could fly by so fast, making ever lovely memorie harder to pass. The day before you left, I looked in the sky. Clouds grey, silent and cleft. See ya sitto, even the skies were crying when you left. I went sleepless that night, hanging on to every last memorie I could have very tight. Now we're in the airport, and ever part of me feels discomfort. I'll never forget or let go of the wonderful memories we share, though my hearts sadness can't bear. BUT, I still owe you over 17,000 kiss Bas rest to sure ya sitto, there is noooooooooo way your gonna get away with this :D
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