Once, I went to my grandmother's house when I was in third grade. My Grandfather had just died a little while ago. Since the grave yard he was buried in was rather close to my grandma's house (only about 5 minutes away), we decided we would go take a visit to his grave. We found his grave. My Grandma was kind of sad and depressed so we asked her if she wanted to come look around the grave yard with us (my mom, siblings and I). She told us she wanted to stay there a while longer and that she wanted to be alone so we should go look around at the rest of our family member's graves and then just go look at other places in the graveyard, too. So we did.
We looked at our lost family members and other places until we finished that. We kept walking though. We walked to the richer area (meaning the graves that were higher, bigger, and nicer looking). There was one that caught our eyes, so we walked closer to it. The name was Marry. There were toys around it! Then all of the sudden, I smelt something! "Did you smell that?!?" I asked my family. Only my mother said she did. What we smelt was a rose scent. No! It was too light to have been a perfume. And we only smelt it for about a second. So we waited at the grave until my grandma found us. We told her of what had occurred. Then she told us about the grave.
There was a little girl who was only 13. She was such a good person and hoped to become a nun. She was said to have always used rose perfume. Then one day, when she was sick she passed away. They say whenever you smell the perfume, it would heal you.
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