When I was about to leave my country for the United States, my grandmother gave me a handkerchief to help me remember her. It is an old blue and red handkerchief that my grandmother always kept with her because she believed it brought her good luck. Her own mother had given it to her before she died. My grandmother and grandfather raised me. They surrounded me with love and affection. I spent much more time with my grandmother than with my parents. My grandmother kept me safe and out of trouble.She never let anything happen to me. When my dad decided to move to the USA, I did not agree with his decision because I didn't want to leave my grandmother behind, but I had to come.When my dad told me that America was one of the best countries in the world, I became more excited about the idea of moving here. I was so excited that I accidentally left my handkerchief in my country. After I had been living here for a few years, I wanted to go back and see my grandmother, but then I got the sad news that she had passed away. I wish I had her handkerchief, but I know I still carry her love with me everywhere I go.

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