Grandchildren are special indiviual diamonds in the rough. The way they think, the way they show love. One will just come up and say I love you. One will draw you a picture. One has a smile with such shine it melts your heart. One may shyly say I love you Grandma. They 're my rainbows, and my rays of sunshines. They are my diamonds in the rough.
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