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Her words melted every trace of fear I’d had earlier. What I had mistaken for a pest problem was actually a grandmother’s love tucked quietly under my bed.
When I turned off the lights, the air felt calmer somehow. Maybe it was just the comfort of knowing that someone cared enough to leave a secret blessing behind.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how love sometimes hides in the smallest, most unexpected places — even beneath a mattress, disguised as a handful of black seeds.
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