Personal Narrative: My Grandma's Death Of My Family

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After my grandma’s death, my family had to take a trip to the florist to pick out floral arrangements for her visitation. I wandered out into one of the greenhouses where the succulents were kept. These weren’t bright and pretty like the flowers inside, which made me feel better. There was one box of succulents with thick green leaves and stems that resembled asparagus.It was an intruiging little plant. Since I didn’t want to bother my family with the burden of buying me something during this hard time, I asked the salesman how much the plant cost.

“It’ll be $4.50,” he replied. I set the plant on the counter and began digging through my pockets, but all I could come up with was a dollar bill and a handful of change. I stuffed the money back

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