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My dearest Miranda, Please don’t be surprised to receive this by post—letter writing is sadly becoming a lost art. But what I have to say simply cannot be conveyed through a text message. It deserves more care, more thought, and more heart. Miranda, I am in love with you. Truly, I never saw it coming. To fall in love at my age seems almost absurd, but what can I say? The heart wants what it wants. Perhaps it happened the moment I saw you enter the clinic. Maybe it was the shine of your black coat, or the quiet bravery in your stance, even after what must have been a frightening ordeal. The urge to hold you close was overwhelming—I had to take a breath to steady myself. Still, you inspired me. Your large brown eyes were full of light, showing no hint of the pain you must have felt as the doctor ran those careful, thorough tests. And when we finally got the news that you were healthy, weeks later—how joyful I was! I could have danced right there in the waiting room. Now, you’re coming home with me. Isn’t that wonderful? The thought of you going to that dreadful shelter broke my heart. I signed the papers the moment I knew you needed a new home. I hope you’ll be happy with me, Miranda. I may be getting on in years, but my grandchildren will love you dearly. They’ll care for you just as I will, when the time comes. Until then, here’s to many precious moments together. With all my love, Grandma Betsy ----------------- Word Count: 269 Prompt: Write a story that includes the words: writing, fall, enter |
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