When I was younger my grandmother used to tell me different stories about a girl with the same name as me, Estelle. loved listening to them so much and was so fascinated by my grandmother's storytelling. When she passed away, a couple of years ago, aged 96, I thought about the stories and it made me very sad that I never kept them. I tried writing them down, but there were so many that I couldn't remember all of them. On Christmas in 2013, my father got me a small present wrapped in a French newspaper. It was an antique-looking book with the golden letters of Estelle on the cover! I started reading it and all the stories that my grandmother use to tell me came flooding back, which is one of my best memories I have of her! Later my father told me, he found this rare book from the early 19th century at a bookstore right around the corner, where my grandmother used to live in Paris!
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