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A Special Present

6C Chan Hing Fei

I was seven years old when my grandma died.
Seven years old on that day. Still she gave me a
birthday present. She knew that I loved collecting
different kinds of dolls, and sick as she was, she
made me a doll.

The box was colorful itself. It was an image
of sunset with sparkling, golden ribbon wrapped
perfectly. I opened the box gently and…… up came a
doll. But it was not as beautiful as I had imagined. The dress was rumpled and
threads were sticking all over. Without hesitation, I shouted, “This is not pretty! I
don’t like it!”

The hall fell silent. Mum shouted, “How can you be so rude? Grandma
made it especially for you and she spent three days on it!” Dad added, “Say
sorry to Grandma now!”

Mum and Dad had never been so angry with me. Tears rushed out my eyes
immediately. Grandma quickly hugged me and said, “There, there. No need to
cry.” I slowly calmed down a bit after Grandma’s comfort. But then, Grandma
suddenly fell down and fainted.

“Grandma! Grandma!” I cried.

A few hours later, the doctor came out of the emergency room and
whispered in Dad’s ear. His face fell and turned into a pale color like a ghost.

Everyone cried steadily for almost a week. But I cried the most. I cried for
weeks, months and even on my eight-year-old birthday. I just couldn’t forgive
myself for being so rotten to Grandma that day.

Then one night, Dad popped his head behind the door.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“No,” I sniffed. “I miss Grandma.”

“Well, well,” Dad sighed. “I should have told you this earlier. Actually,

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