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bonjour
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The memory that most marked me, happened 4 years ago. It was early in the morning. Specifically it was 4 o'clock. My mother, as usual, got up to get ready to go to work. I was quietly sleeping when I was awakened by the microwave that my mother had just switched on. Then a few minutes later, the phone rang. I could hear my mother talking, but I did not know with whom. Then I heard him cry. She's going to wake up my father and my brother. Then she came back to my room. She put me up on my bed, and while weeping she said to me:"They just called me, and I was told that your grandmother is dying."After that short sentence, she took me in her arms and she squeezed me hard. I did not immediately understand what happened. Then my mother told me to prepare myself. Around 5 o'clock we went to the hospital where my grandmother was. When I saw that my whole family were crying, I began to realize where we were. I went up to the room where she was lying. I came back and sat right beside her. I thought it was not possible, that she would come back. I gave him a last kiss and I left with my parents. I still did not cry. We went to the church where a last tribute was made to him. Then I saw his coffin go into the hearse, and then I started crying, because I had just realized that I would never be able to talk to him again, never again. I cried because she could never see the woman I became. I missed it already. When it came time to bury it, I put a small white rose, which symbolizes love
