70 Word Memoir

I’m in my house looking at the white happy birthday writing on the new car we bought my grandma. It is a black honda with a white interior big enough to fit my whole family. My grandma is smiling and thanking, my mom, aunt, and uncle.

“I love it. Thank you,” my grandma said.

I start putting on my shoes. Everyone starts walking downstairs to see the brand new car.

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