The whole spectacle lasted only a short time, but I will probably never forget what came next. When the air was clear, we ventured out of the house very carefully. It was almost like winter, with ice and snow balls everywhere. Branches, leaves and roof tiles were strewn across the meadow. Everything in the garden was broken, only a single ripe strawberry could save Grandma. When I looked at the dilemma in horror and at first didn’t know what to say to Grandma, she nudged me back into the house, put the strawberry in my mouth and asked, “What are you feeling?” Then she turned as if she wanted to dance and asked me to jump and sing.
“What do you feel?” She asked again. Hmmm … the strawberry was good, I can hop, I can hear my voice? “Now look at me, Seppy, what do you see?” I like our grandmother a lot, but now she seems a bit strange to me. While I look at her questioningly ‘, she says, “Seppy, we can hear, feel, see, we are healthy and we have each other. That’s what really matters in life. “
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