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My grandpa is really funny. He waddles a little bit but I don’t care.
My grandpa talks quietly like a sea shell. He also calls me chickadee a lot.
He has white hair, brownish trousers, and a brown and white checked t-shirt.
At dinner time he always says, “Now, what haven’t I got?!” Everyone laughs at it quietly. Grandpa always says things about the pink couch. He is always in the kitchen, interested in what Grandma is making. You can tell when he’s grumpy because he sits down with a huff on the pink couch.
My grandpa is like a snail, walking and then stopping to sit down. He enters the room softly, putting each footstep on the ground carefully. When I am near him I feel safe and warm inside.
When he died his last sentence was, “Good girl, Sylvie.”
by Sylvie Blake O’Brien Age 7, M12