“No! Please!” I shouted.
“I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do.” whispered Mum, a
tear rolling down her cheek. Not believing her, I frantically ran towards my
bedroom but suddenly tripped and ended up skidding across the crimson carpet
into Grandpa’s room. I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. “Mum, can we visit
his grave?” I asked quietly.
“Of course we can,”
she said whilst reaching out her arms to give me a big hug. Just before I went
to bed that night I looked out of the misty window and there was Grandpa’s
star, shining down on me.
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