The last tale of a grandmother.


I’m old.

Right now, I’m 81 years old, and had to ask my granddaughter for help to write this down.

You see, I have a confession before I go.

My name is Emma, and I had a sister named Elisabeth.

Having been born only one year apart, we were really close, and looked very alike. One could say we were fraternal twins.

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