“I think,” he said, “that you are old enough and responsible enough to have one of my watercolors.”
Wow, I thought, he painted all those pictures? My watercolors looked nothing like his. His had mountains, trees, and houses. Mine were just colors swirled together. I wonder which one he’ll give me? “So,” my grandfather continued, “which one would you like?” Which one would I like? I get to choose? I looked at them more closely. There were so many! |
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