Two weeks later Grandfather Fitzgerald set out for North Carolina.

His sadness accompanied him, they had been wonderful days with his grandchildren, in which, taking advantage of their vacations, he made him revive and had given him the reason for living.

On the return train, it would already be his last trip, there a stewardess after they reached the final station tried to wake him up, he seemed asleep, but he had already left to meet the celestial kingdom.

We received the news, without even believing it, Nathy said it to her best friend Isabel of hers.

I am a poor woman. This is every cent I have in the world. "

Isabel, replied: "Nathy I know how you can feel having lost your father, life goes on and you must be strong."

The coffee pot that was on the fire heating the coffee from the day before gave a loud hiss.

Nathy serving her friend a cup of coffee, she only knew how to tell her, "Well, I must tell you that my father was the mainstay of this house, he always turned me some money that helped me sustain myself in this serious economic crisis. "

loud music outside, so they both left the conversation, went out to the street, there a city hall truck brought the good news of the approval of the tourist project so long awaited by everyone.

Hugging each other they did not fit in their happiness, they knew that this meant work for them, their hardships would soon end.

Nathy, crying, went to greet the driver of the mayor's truck, her neighbor, without further ado, she said, "John, now if I accept your marriage offer, today you have given me happiness with the good news that you have brought."

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Dos semanas después, el abuelo Fitzgerald partió hacia Carolina del Norte.
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Su tristeza lo acompañaba, habían sido días maravillosos con sus nietos, en los que, aprovechando sus vacaciones, lo hacía revivir y le había dado la razón de vivir.
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En el tren de regreso, ya sería su último viaje, allí una azafata luego de llegar a la última estación intentó despertarlo, parecía dormido, pero ya se había ido para encontrarse con el reino celestial.
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Recibimos la noticia, sin siquiera creerlo, Nathy se lo dijo a su mejor amiga Isabel.
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soy una pobre mujer. Este es cada centavo que tengo en el mundo. "
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Isabel, respondió: "Nathy, sé cómo puedes sentirte después de haber perdido a tu padre, la vida sigue y debes ser fuerte".
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La cafetera que estaba en el fuego calentando el café del día anterior dio un fuerte silbido.
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Nathy sirviendo a su amiga una taza de café, solo supo decirle: "Bueno, debo decirte que mi padre era el pilar de esta casa, siempre me entregaba algún dinero que me ayudó a sostenerme en esta grave crisis económica". . "
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música fuerte afuera, así que ambas dejaron la conversación, salieron a la calle, allí una camioneta del ayuntamiento trajo la buena noticia de la aprobación del proyecto turístico tan esperado por todos.
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Abrazadas no encajaban en su felicidad, sabían que esto significaba trabajo para ellas, sus penurias terminarían pronto.
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Nathy, llorando, fue a saludar al chofer de la camioneta del alcalde, su vecino, sin más, le dijo: “John, ahora si acepto tu oferta de matrimonio, hoy me has dado felicidad con la buena noticia que me has traído. "

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