"Oh, look!" She stood up and ran somewhere while I sat still, processing what she just told me.
"She's dead?" I asked, mostly to myself.
"Hey, you! Be a gentleman and help us out here!"
"O-Oh, right, I--," I stood up and turned to where they were and found her helping a little kid carry a basket filled with vegetables. Still confused, I rushed to help them.
As I helped them carry the basket towards the table, I managed to ask, pertaining to the kid who just came to join us, "Is she your little sister?"
"No, she's my granny."
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
