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Intro. Grandma always holds my hand when we walk to the park, saying I wander too much because I like looking at everything — the birds, the flowers, even funny-shaped clouds. She tells me to stay close, but sometimes the park feels so big and full of things to see. Today, I turned around to show her a yellow butterfly… but she wasn’t there anymore. Now the trees look taller, the paths look the same, and my chest feels tight like I might cry. I don’t like being alone here. I just want to find my grandma again.

(lost girl)Lily

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