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STORY #

Title: Memories

Genre: Drama

1-Sentence Summary: A granddaughter tries to tread back to her dying granddad and fulfilling his final wishes

Synopsis: A granddaughter volunteers to fulfill her granddad’s final wish before he passes on. She will have to depend on his old yellowing photos and takes pictures of places that he has been and people he had met.

Storyline:

Moxie’s granddad, Phil, is dying due to is old ripen age. He has lived a long blessed life and people that knew and loved him mourn for his impending departure. Moxie was the apple of the eye to Phil, and asked Moxie to fulfill his final wishes, to bring

back those precious memories he treasured most. Moxie packed her bags and set off without any hesitations. All she had was a simple digital camera and some old yellowing photos that her granddad had kept dear.

She sets off to where the first photo was taken in, a picture of a beautiful meadow with a young girl dressed in a school uniform. She questioned the people who might know of this place as that meadow has been replaced with industrial buildings. After many trials, she managed to find a relative of that girl and heads to the countryside to meet her. She was already an old woman who owns a humble farm field and remembers Phil, as he was her first love interest. She remembered him as a young and dashing boy who would protect her from the neighborhood bullies. Moxie could picture those memories, but however has no time to settle down for time was ticking away. Moxie takes a picture with her and continued her journey.

The next photo was a picture of two teenagers and one of which was her young granddad. However, she recognized the other person next to him, who happens to be her classmate’s granddad. Immediately, she contacts her classmate and meets up at his home area. They met up, but were however too late as his granddad had already passed on many years ago due to cancer. However, he had kept a baseball with a signature on it, that his granddad had kept. It was precious to his granddad because he spent his prime years with his best friend, cheering for their favorite baseball players. Nevertheless, she took the ball with permission and takes a photo with her classmate and continued.

Moxie continued her journey related to a picture of bowl of ratatouille. It was the last and hardest picture to accomplish. She tried to do research online and got a list of places that used to sell ratatouille. She searched high and low for that would lead to any results, but to no avail. On the verge of giving up, she calls her family back to ask

of her granddad’s condition. His health is deteriorating, fast. Desperate and worried, she asked her parents if they knew anything about the ratatouille. They answered back, saying that they vaguely know of it. They said that he used to go to eat the

ratatouille in his hometown when times are low, from a young chef that he regards as a good friend. It was better than nothing, her research shrunk down and she heads to Phil’s hometown. After asking the neighborhood, she found out that that chef has

retired and has inherited his restaurant to his sons. They are in the city area near where her family is staying. She immediately rushes back and searches for the restaurant. She managed to find the restaurant and pleads for the chef to cook up the ratatouille before they close for the day. Touched her story, she got what she needed and quickly dashes for her granddad.

Panting and perspiring, she finally reached back on time. Phil is gasping for air, and spasms at each wave of attack. Moxie knead next to Phil, she takes out the pictures and items that she had collected on her journey that may satisfy him. Phil, looking at

the pictures, led out a tear of joy. Seeing his old flame and doing well and still as beautiful as she was. Though he is sadden by the fact that his best friend has left before him, he is happy to see his grandson and the baseball that they used to treasure

so much back in the old days. Phil chuckled, remembering those silly, good old times. And lastly, Moxie tried to feed Phil to the ratatouille she bought. Phil took a bite and savored each flavor. He is satisfied to be able to taste the same taste that he used to have when he was much younger. Before his final breath, Phil cupped Moxie’s face and said to her, “Well done, my child. You’ve done well.” Phil breathed his last and his hand drooped down.

Everyone mourned for his passing. At the wake, Moxie placed all of his yellow photos and the photos she had taken on to his grave tomb. Precious memories. Never forgotten or forsaken. Cherish the people you love and are close to you.