The Last Tale of a Grandmother
Right now, I’m 81 years old, and had to ask my granddaughter for help to write this down. You see, I have a confession before I go. My name is Emma, and I had a sister named Elisabeth. Having been born only one year apart, we were really close, and looked very alike. One could say we were fraternal twins. Me and Lisa had always … Continue reading The Last Tale of a Grandmother
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