It was the year 1947 when my dad's parents were dodging against wild, barbarian mobs while firmly holding small fragile hands.
They constantly uttered, "we will be fine" to pacify the little ones and more so to tame their mind so that they could successfully escape from a partitioned land and be in a country that they would call their home and be free from harm.
Years flash forward, and today laying on her death bed my grandmother said, "Let no man ever experience the pain of partition where one is forced to detach and move into a new land.”
100 words with the prompt,"My Grandmother said"
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