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I always saw the same truck drive by. Day after day. Sometimes it was filled with hay, sometimes just small wooden crates carrying fruits and vegetables to my grandpa's farm. I miss my grandpa's farm.
This truck, filled with mysteries, had suddenly stopped coming to our farm. I knew something was off.
As I walked to the kitchen, I found my mother with teary eyes and a wet paper, next to the countertop with an empty bowl.
"Your grandfather left." she said.
Three words that made my stomach drop.
I couldn't trust that my grandpa wouldn't get into trouble. I was supposed to watch him. He was my responsibility and I had let my mother down.
"He left a note." Mom explained.
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