Story 2. Grandma's Moving Day
The day had come.
Grandma was moving out of her big house.
I was sad.
I had a lot of memories in that house.
I asked where Grandma was moving to.
My dad just said, somewhere nearby don't worry but I was worried I spent a lot of time with grandma I did not want to see her any less in fact I wanted to see her more I could tell that no one wanted to tell me because they knew I would be sad.
It must be far away, I thought to myself.
We got all of Grandma's things in the truck.
I sat beside her in the car.
We talked the whole time.
After a while, the truck stopped.
I looked out to see her new home.
It was our house.
Grandma was coming to live with us.
