Okay so I was 8 when I wrote this for a school project. The topic was to discuss an event that happened in which we made a difference in someone's life...
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Très très émouvant, je me rappelle de ses derniers jours, tu m'as mis les larmes aux yeux 😔😔 Que son âme repose en paix et bonne continuation ma chère 👍👍
I began on writing him letters every day. When it was my mother's turn to go see him, I gave her the letters I wrote, and told her to kiss him for me, because I was too small to go there, and there were rules that the children under 12 years are not allowed to go. When my mother gave him the letters, he was so happy that he started crying, and told my mom that one day, I will become a great writer because I write with passion. and dear poetess, you are a big writer now. seeeeeeee your Grandpa is praying for you in heaven. all those sad and sweet memories make us poets. write write and write. writing has also a catharscic effect on us writers. so write. you are already a great writer. thank you. tony
Your grandfather was right.