three LeniI sprint toward the old farmhouse, leaving my belongings by the truck.
I can’t believe Mimi sold everything!
I’m across the front porch in two strides and swinging the front door open.
“Mimi!” I shriek when I enter the house.
My grandma comes hastily out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, a look of concern spread across her face.
My tears flow harder because she’s aged so much in the five years since I last saw her. She has more wrinkles than she’s ever had and looks tired.
Why haven’t I come to see her in five years?
The guilt weighs down on me as my panic rises.
She wraps her arms around me, and I melt into her embrace as sobs rack my body. She leads us over to the sofa, and I continue to cry as she holds me.
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