"Grandma was an extraordinary and loyal woman", he said while he was smoking his cigarette. His words whispered like the wind, and his memories wished to exile from his mind.
A sorrow and melancholic expression was reflected while he contemplated his self at the old mirror; his name was Richard.
He walked to the beach while he was crying and grinding sand. His big blue eyes did not move while he was glancing to an oak wood house. It was grandma's house. Each year she planted tulips in her garden in front of the ocean coast. She looked forward to their springtime beauty with child like anticipation.
Elizabeth giggled with her granddaughters and her grandsons; she loved them so much. The flowers of her garden were her grandchildren and they were care with patient and love.
Richard lived with Grandma Elizabeth long time ago when his parents died. Therefore, he was growing up surrounded grim feeling. He was full of anger and false wisdom, within an inability to cope with or understand himself and to the others.
Grandma Elizabeth loved Richard, and she tried to give him many things such love and human values. Besides it, he thought could be easier to ignored her.
Richard refused to allow another soul admittance to his private world, he just had a greatest fear, and he was convinced life was a bitter struggle better fought on one's own.
However, Richard's hearth was afraid to be left alone but he looked like a happy teenager. His seventeen years old were surrounded by lonely. He didn't enjoy the life as well and he didn't go beyond dances, parties, video games and other kind of stuff as a normal teenager.
With lonely hands, Elizabeth burst through his door each morning like an unwelcome ray of sunshine. Within an exciting voice, she yelled "Good morning" while she was singing cheerfully raisin the blinds from Richard's windows. In a bad mood, Richard pulled his blanket over his head and ignored her. Hi
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