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Grandma Katherin sat in one of the velvet navy chairs facing the open window. There was a flower garden that was the same as the last time Petra came, a garden of colorful flowers.
"Welcome, my granddaughter. Hopefully, Eddie will take you with care. And I'm sorry I asked you to come half insisting." Greet grandmother Katherin softly.
Her voice was calm and calming this time. Very different from when we first met, hoarse like a sick person.
"It's okay, Grandma. I also wanted to come but the snowstorm was quite disturbing and made the buses that used to operate not pass in front of the house." Petra reasons.
"That's right, blizzard. That's what I asked Eddie to come to pick up."
"Thank you for understanding Grandma," said Petra shyly. He didn't expect that Grandma Katherin had cared so much for him that far.
After all, Katherin's grandmother was her grandmother too.
