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Macro Mondays || timepieces
My grandmother donated me her watch when I was twelve years old. She was living in a home, a sad place where she had no room for herself. Just a bed, a chair and a small wardrobe for her clothes. She was afraid her watch might get lost because of her lack of privacy.
I was not very happy with this gift and it still remembers me of the sad circumstances she had to live in after her busy life bringing up eight kids.
I also remember her when she still lived in her own house, she seemed to be cooking all day always making great food for whoever came to visit.
