Ninety-seventh letter

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  • Dedicated to Grandmother for that you're still alive!
                                    

Dear God

When I woke up this morning, my grandmother sat on the bed and looked at me for a while before smiling. Her face was incredibly white and wrinkled. Looking closer, I saw the corners of her mouth blueberry jam residues. That meant only one thing. I rushed to the kitchen to eat pancakes. She leaves me soon, right?

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