Grandma Tsunade: A Short Story

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“Mama, do you remember why we came to America.” I said with wonder and curiosity in my eyes. “Yes dear, I remember the story, because, Grandma Tsunade has told me it enough times. I was about your little brothers age around 2, the day was an unforgettable event to, Grandma Tsunade. It was a bright summer day, the wind was blowing just right, and the older kids were working in the fields, the day was going perfectly, until(Mama paused for a second)... All of sudden “Boom! Boom! Boom!” bombs and mines were set off, shots were fired, and many people lost their lives that day. Grandma had to round up all the young ones and sadly had to leave the older kids in the field. As we were running we were stopped by a woman telling Grandma Tsunade to take

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