Central idea arid Tere les 2. The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled the house. There was only one place that smelled like this; it was Grandma Coleman's house. The
smell instantly reminded me of all the great memories I had growing up, but when I looked around the kitchen, it was my paintings on the walls
and my pots hanging on the rack. No, this was not Grandma Coleman's house, but my house. Soon my little granddaughter would toddle
through the front door. I only hope she will have fond memories of me, her Grandma Wood.
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