“Nana,do you always have to tell the same story?” You complained.
your mother, maureen,Objected “Y/N,that’s enough.don’t be so rude!”
Sarah,your grandmother,looked at you and smiled softly “It’s alright,Love,She’s/He’s like how I was at her/His age.” She said before sighing softly “My stories hold truths:you won’t get them but you will when your older,Deary”
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