Please Note: 100% fiction!
For as long as I’ve lived here, I’ve watched Mrs. Carter tend her garden.
On sunny days, she’d fill the watering can and water her plants like she knew exactly how much water each plant craved. On rainy days, I’d see her standing by her living room window with a look of anxiety and sadness, like she was worried about something or someone.
One day, as I was walking my dog, I noticed the garden looked unwell. Concerned, I went up and knocked. Mrs. Carter’s son answered the door, sorrow plastered across his face. My heart sank. Oh, Mrs. C.
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This is Another Story 
A sad but lovely story. I think I would have liked Mrs. C.
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I think Mrs. C sounds like a lovely lady. 🙂
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🤗
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one of your best. well done. 🙂
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Thank you.
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I bet Mrs Carter was a lovely lady. Who will look after her garden now, I wonder?
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Oh, how sad. Well done.
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How sad.
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All I can do is copy your last sentence: “Oh, Mrs. C.” This was sad, but it was a good story, Yinglan.
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Thank you, I think that last sentence was the sentence that prompted the story.
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We don’t know how well the narrator knew Mrs C, but I can feel the connection she felt to her through your story. Well told.
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Thank you. I feel at some point, the narrator had to had been over for introduction.
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Wow. Lovely story. Heartbreaking and beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Pathetic 😔
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