The day came. Grandma was moving out of her big house. I was sad. I had a lot of memories in that house.
I asked where Grandma was moving to. My dad said, "Somewhere near us. Don't worry. "
But I was worried. I spent a lot of time with Grandma. In fact, I wanted to see her more. I thought no one wanted to tell me, because they knew I would be sad. "It must be far away, " I said to myself.
We put all of Grandma's things in the truck. I sat beside her in the car. On the way, we talked a lot.
After a while, we arrived. I saw her new house.
It was our house! Grandma was coming to live with us.
