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~Velma’s POV
I nodded, still holding my grandfather’s hand, feeling the warmth and strength in it. I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying while telling him everything; my heart had carried so many memories that the tears just slipped out without asking. Grandpa noticed and handed me a tissue with that gentle smile that always made me feel lighter.
We both laughed softly, a little embarrassed, and it felt good, like a weight lifted from both of us. “You’ve told quite a story, Velma,” he said, his voice calm but carrying pride. “I think even I need a moment to catch up with all of this.”
I chuckled, dabbing at my eyes. “Grandpa… I didn’t even notice I was crying.”
He shook his head, still smiling. “Emotions have a way of catching up to us. And it seems your story demanded it.”
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