When Grandma Dies
by Noemi Szadeczky-Kardoss
It was already very late, but we couldn’t sleep. We climbed up to the loft, and opened the window. My sister had to stand on a chair to see anything, my brother stood on a smaller chair, and I stood on the floor.
“I never want to grow up,” said my sister.
“Me neither,” my brother said.
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