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Personal Narrative: My Grandmas Home
the aroma of cooking spices and enchiladas fill the air and it instantly hits you as you walk into my grandmas house. "come on in, honey" my grandma shouts from the kitchen. "hello my darling, how was your day" said my grandma as i walked into the kitchen." my day has been amazing so far grandma and how was yours?" i replied. "my day has been great however come over here and watch how i am going to cook these deliciouse enchiladas so that when you are older you can cook them as amazing as i can." my grandam replied with excitement
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