I decided to approach me with a Lady: blond, a little old-fashioned weight and not very high. Sorry you said without hesitation. Yes, small? the voice of Lady was soft. Have you seen Dan? I asked longing for an answer. They give? repeated her looking toward the ceiling, as searching for the answer on the air. It is a boy of sixteen years, hair chestnut Oh! Dan! He said in a triumphant manner. Yes, Yes, good the is on vacation, but he will return for the fall.
I was curious, it was where he had gone, also why not me had said? I tried to ignore the fact, and I started to electioneer for the library. When I was sure of that blonde lady saw me more, I headed towards the section of oblivion, as we used it to call Dan and I. That day he wore to Romeo and Juliet. I walked very carefully. The section from oblivion, as said it its name, was forgotten; There were books dusty, old paintings and a few than other magazines of yesteryear. Who goes there? the voice came out of one of the old shelves. It was a clamada voice and took not to recognize it, so I felt a shiver run through my body. Grandfather? not yet is how I had the value to pronounce that Word, but simply came out of my mouth without thinking.
Are you Lucy? I approached terrified seeing What could wait for me on the other side of that shelf, when I saw him. He was the. It was my grandfather, that everyone had said that was dead, that was buried underground in a coffin. I couldn’t help but drop a few tears down my cheeks, he smiled at me and said: don’t cry, Lucy, don’t cry. PE but, you started to babble. Have Lucy, you heard talk about paradise? I slowly nodded his head. That day, the day in my grandfather had died, my mother had told me that he, would go to paradise. My grandfather looked at me pensive and continued: and what do you know that? Therefore, is the place where people go to be of this world. Very well, then what you think? This is hesitated a moment this is paradise I finished safe in my response. My grandfather came to me, and he nodded his head. From that day, until today, am going to the library with Dan, the section from oblivion, and Leo William Shakespeare, Hamlet of preference with my grandfather. Original author and source of the article.