My Aunt Kathy recently gave me my Grandma Irene's old berry picking basket: My Grandpa had painted her name, and some flowers, on the side of it. At first, I used it as a planter, but soon, I brought it inside. I don't want it to get ruined by the rain and weather. So now it's in my room, next to my window, with some pictures of them and a few books and a flower or two. I LOVE it. I think of her every time I see it!
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