Thank you Grams.
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mercurial94 I'm trying to write a fantasy novel
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Mother heated the soup and poured it carefully into the skin just like she did every Sunday. The Sun was up, so it was time to head to the bakers for a loaf. I took the soup skin and kissed mother goodbye. I'm on my way Grams.

Thank you Grams.

Mother heated the soup and poured it carefully into the skin just like she did every Sunday. The Sun was up, so it was time to head to the bakers for a loaf.

I took the soup skin and kissed mother goodbye. I'm on my way Grams.

Grams shack was made of wood, and it creaked in the wind. Winter was on its way and I worried about her.

I brought her extra blankets when I could and took any spare lumber that was going to make repairs, but nails were expensive, and I had to use a rock to hammer them in.

Mother and I begged her to come and live with us but she was too proud, too independent. She loved her home, its where she raised mother, but it would not last much longer.

"Hello, my dearest Daniel" said Grams, as she embraced me lovingly. She was so warm. I looked around to see another pot on the floor filling drip by drip under another leak in the ceiling.

Grams didn't have two coins to rub together, but her heart was full of love and she had always considered herself rich.

This Sunday, just like any other, she asked me about my week and listened intently as I told her all about the Doctors at the university.

The wealth of knowledge they possessed, how they could heal the ill, bring new life to the poorly, even rejuvenate the frail.

It was my greatest ambition, but I could never go.

The university only accepted the best, and even though I knew all the answers to every question they could ask, not just anyone could sit the test.

You needed a sponsor and 20 gold coins to pay for tuition. I had neither of those things. I'd been saving since childhood, and only amassed 3 gold coins.

As for a sponsor, I didn't know where to start.

This week I had found a new book on repairing broken bones by surgical means and told Grams in great visceral detail about how to do it and about natural anaesthetics and anti-fungal plants

that were grown locally that could be used to aid the procedure.

We talked for a few hours over our soup and bread and when it was time to go she kissed me on the head and told me that one day, my dreams would come true.

Even though I knew it was impossible I believed her.

Winter came and passed, and so did Grams. She agreed to stay with us in the end and she left us peacefully in the night. She left me this note:

Dearest Daniel,

If you're reading this then my time has come. I know you wanted to save me from my old age but I lived a full and wonderful life. You and your mother were the greatest joys of my life.

I will watch over you both always, so please don't miss me too much.

I have two gifts to give you in my passing.

I have been writing to Xavier Rothfuss at the university for some time now and I've told him all about you and what a special boy you are,

and he has agreed to sponsor your entrance to the university. He has agreed that your fee for tuition in the university will be 2 gold coins, payable to the university on arrival.

The rest of your money should be enough to get you there and feed you until you find your feet.

Today I passed my final exam, Thank you Grams. All my love, Dr Daniel McCarthy.

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