When I was a small child, about five years old, I had a very vivid dream, one that I shall never forget. Even though, it’s been thirty years, I still remember it like it was yesterday. The dream was about my grandmother.
My grandmother and I were very close. She used to read bedtime stories to me when I spent the night at her house. Grandma and I were very close to me like peanut butter and jelly. My favorite story that I would like for grandma to read to me was the “Three Little Pigs,” because the pigs were smart enough to get away from the big bad wolf. But, my favorite part of the story was when the wolf would say, “I will huff and puff and blow your house down,” and grandma would blow her peppermint breath through my hair.
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