We hate leaving. It is the pits.
We played our last round of Parchesi.
Grandma Sherrie gave Abizella the the blanket she knitted especially for her.
We snuggled and watched a movie.
Pops tucked our Granny-Sycamore gently into our carry-on.
And then it was the dreaded moment- Good-bye to Grandma.
It tears apart.
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