It was summer. Just like during any other summers, my family and I were going to visit our grandparents. They owned a big farm. I needed to get my things ready.
The trip was going to be very long. They lived at the very end of the world, In Haines Junction. It takes about two days and 13 hours from New York to reach it. Finally, we were there. I was the first to enter the house.
My grandmother approached me and hugged me so strongly so that I could barely breathe. However, I thought then, all grandmothers behave in the same way.
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