It was cold. The bells were ringing, the winds were whistling, and the chilly snow was touching my hand. At last it was Christmas! I love Christmas, all the presents, the snow and best of all, family. There are just two things about Christmas that I don’t like. When I was very small I spent one of my Christmas with my Grandparents in India and a few months later my Grandfather died. Then, it was Christmas again. I was in Switzerland. Christmas I always spend with my parents and some friends but that year it was different and I spent it with my Cousins, Uncle, Aunt and Grandmother. A few months later very early in the morning we got a phone call. I thought I had heard the phone ringing in my dreams but a few hours later my Dad woke me up and said that he had to leave for India. I knew it had to do something with the family and I supposed it was my Grandmother. So I asked my Mom and she said that my Grandmother had died. I was shocked at first but then I realized what everybody says that, that is the cycle of life.
Mehr Eliezer
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Mehr,
I like your story although it's sad. I'm sorry for your loss. . .
It's a good story I like the way it's worded.
Mehr,
I love your memoir! I almost cried when I heard about your grandma and grandpa.
Your memoir is very suprising. I like how you described Christmas.
mehr your memoir was very descriptive
both your grandparents died within 2 years of each other ? man talk about hard hits!
It's a really good story, I can barely put myself together to write about a friends granparent dieing, and you could write about this.I respect you for your bravery Mehr. :)
Merh i really like your story but im glad that you got to spend christmas whith your gandmother and grandfather after all.
good story
its sad that ure grandma died
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