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Grandma Margaret had just turned 65 and retired after 40 years as a school secretary. She was the kind of woman who saved ribbons from old gifts and still sent handwritten thank-you notes.
Her life was all about simple things like clipping coupons, baking banana bread for neighbors, and writing birthday cards to people who often forgot hers.
So when Linda told her about the trip, Grandma’s eyes filled with tears.
“I’ve never stayed in a hotel by the sea,” she whispered. “Do they give you robes?”
“They will,” Linda said with a grin that sounded rehearsed.
“You’re the queen of this trip, Mom.”
From that day on, excitement filled Grandma’s little house. She laid out her favorite blue dress and placed her straw sunhat beside it. She polished her seashell earrings, the ones she’d saved for “something special.”
I’d never seen her so giddy.
“I can almost smell the ocean,” she told me on the phone one night.
“Do you think they’ll let me bring seashells home?”
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