Rose walked into the small apartment she shared with her grandmother, a paper bag of groceries clutched tightly in her arms.
“Grandma!” she called out cheerfully.
A tired voice came from the sitting room. “Why do you keep yelling my name like that, young lady? I’m not dead yet.”
Rose chuckled, dropping the groceries on the counter. “I know, Grandma. I just missed you. I managed to get us a few things. I’ll look for a job soon. Hopefully, someone will hire me this time.”
Her grandmother looked up from her knitting, her eyes soft but worried. “Why do you worry about me so much, Rose? You should think about your own future. I’m old. My time will come soon enough.”
“Grandma, don’t say that,” Rose said, walking over to hug her tightly. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”
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