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By: Hannah Hibler.
It was a cute little trailer house in a nice neighborhood. The smell of the fresh flowers, the sight of the intricately painted flower vases on the front porch, and even the creeks of the steps made it feel like home. Even the neighbors and their surroundings I found peaceful. I ran in my grandmas house with excitement each and every time we approached it. I had always hoped that one day she would come and visit us in Texas, and leave Louisiana for a little while, but mom said she was getting too old for that sort of traveling. Before I enter, we always have a tete a tete about how my year has gone. I like speaking to my grandma in a private way like that.
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