The One

December 15, 2008
By Rubi Arreola, Chicago, IL

The Shoulder i cry on. The ears that hear everything although they are wrinkled.The eyes that see everithing altough they are closed.The arms that warm me up when i am cold.Everyone has one. They are very special to everyone.The one the only my, my angel gardian my grandpa!!!!

The author's comments:
i Wrote this piece because my grandpa died when i was only 4 years old and he was very special to me.

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