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?Cada domingo el abuelo contaba historias a sus nietos, sentados en el banco del parque de al lado de casa. Historias de piratas o recuerdos de infancia, que pescaba al vuelo o en las profundidades de la memoria. Hasta que un día se lo llevaron al hospital y todo cambió.
Every Sunday, the children gathered on a park bench to hear their grandfather’s stories of pirates or childhood memories—until one day when he was taken to the hospital and everything changed.
Every Sunday, the children gathered on a park bench to hear their grandfather’s stories of pirates or childhood memories—until one day when he was taken to the hospital and everything changed.
