The birthday table given to me by my grandmother upstairs.

The birthday table given to me by my grandmother upstairs.


(0)Yesterday morning, my grandmother upstairs knocked on the door and called me. I opened the door and she even wrote a letter and brought it. It’s my birthday.My grandmother upstairs remembered my birthday, which neither my mother nor my children nor I remember. My grandmother upstairs thanked me for living next to my grandmother’s house.
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