• "Wow," I breathed. The sight was breathtaking. A whole room filled with elaboration and etiquette. And it was all hers. The canopy bed had bloodred silk surrounding it, with a classy oak frame. Two beanbag chairs lay in the corner, untouched, and light red, of course. The handmade bookshelf was oak as well, with a dark red border. It was filled with every classic book imaginable, Robin Hood, Gulliver's Travels, Moby d**k, Black Beauty, and more. But this wasn't just any room. This was my dream room. I had drawn it out one day in my sketchbook, and it came to life. All to the very last detail. My gandparents had been extremely generous. Even though it was my birthday, June 13th. "Thank you so so much," I gushed to my grandma and grandad. "You don't know how much I love this!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" "That's fine, my gdad replied. "We don't have much to do, now that we're retired and all." He smiled his old loving grandad smile. I couldn't help but smile back. Granda joined in and grinned her impish grin. This was truly a happy day.

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