My Grandfathers Guitar by Angela Sullivan
I visit him...The old man. I watch as he gingerly rises from his seat and slowly disappears down the hall.
In moments he returns with an old guitar. Even tho it was in almost perfect condition I could tell it was old. I looked up with surprise as he reached his weathered hands out to me as if he wanted me to take it. I reach out and feel the slick smoothness of the wood. A smile sweeps across his face as he says to me...Baby girl she is yours now. I smile back and realize that this is special. I know that the guitar is one of the most valuable gifts I have ever received. The most special gift My Grandfathers Guitar.
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