Stranger I went to my grandmother's house the other day. Inside, it was cold, and sad. I walked slowly. Everything seemed different. I remember going to my grandmother's house used to be all fun and laughter, I loved it there. But it all had changed. I felt as a stranger. I knocked on one of the doors. I slowly opened it. It was dark and cold, and sadness invaded my body. On the border of the bed, I saw her. Her hair had fallen off, she had lost a lot of weight and she was looking in the mirror, crying. She turned around and looked at me. She forced a smile but she couldn't keep it on her face any longer. I shed a tear, I wiped it off and I smiled back. That was the last day I ever saw my aunt. And I really miss her.
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