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There was no scream as I watched her fall. Only a flash of light as I saw my grandmother's specter enveloped my mothers body and it was over.
Though it is cruel to say, no one mourned the passing of my mother. In death, she freed a man from his self-made chains and a boy from his hate.
I am now a pharmacist and have taken over the family business. Mariah and I have three children, Jenny, Mary and Tim Jr. We still live at the farm where we both grew up and our children experience the three feasts that keep Grandma Jenny Holt alive in our hearts.
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Anonymousover 13 years agoOutstanding story and very well written. The author should be proud of this writing. Loved it Keep up the good work.
PrincessErinover 14 years agoGreat story. I really enjoyed reading it although it was a little long. Thanks for sharing.
