It was afternoon. Today my grandmother visited me, a wonderful woman. Despite her advanced age, she's still full of strength and vitality. She bakes the best cakes in the world. Every time she comes to my house, she brings something baked. But this time, it didn't bring me much joy. I wanted to be alone. I had a problem.
"Hey, Domuś, how was your day?" asked Henia, my grandmother.
But I didn't have time to answer her. I burst into tears like a little baby. And it was all because of the text messages someone had been pestering me with for over two weeks. At first, it didn't bother me. I'd receive messages with rhymes and riddles to try to guess who the sender was. I learned that his name begins with "P." Then I thought it was a mistake, because I didn't know anyone with a name beginning with "P." Unless it was Piotrek from 6G, but it's impossible for him to be texting me. Anyone but him! Which is a shame, because I've liked Piotr for a while now. Unfortunately, he doesn't pay any attention to me. I was seriously scared, however, when the text message sender sent me all my information, including my shoe size! I told my grandmother all this.
"Well, in this situation, there's only one solution. Provocation!" she said. "
Am I hearing this correctly? My seventy-year-old grandmother is talking about provocation?" Grandma immediately noticed the surprise in my eyes. She always knows how to do this. You can't hide anything from her.
"Oh, Domcia, Domcia... What are you thinking? You'll meet him! Of course, I'll go with you and help you if necessary!" Henia presented me with a fait accompli.
"But..." I tried to change Grandma's mind.
"There are no buts! Write a "P" to that whole text message saying you'll meet at the market square in 15 minutes.
You don't argue with my grandmother. I had to go, even though I didn't feel like it!
When we got to the market square, there were few people there.
"Okay! I'll hide behind that booth, and you watch!" " said Grandma, winking at me.
I was left alone in the market square. Suddenly, I spotted Piotrek from 6G! "Oh my God, what is he doing here?" I thought. I was overcome with surprise when the boy stopped. I was even more surprised when the object of my affection approached me and said,
"I'm the one who wrote you those text messages. I really like you, but I didn't have the courage to tell you. I'm sorry.
I had absolutely no idea what to say!" I was completely taken aback. The silence lasted a long moment until Piotrek said,
"Shall we go to the cinema tomorrow?"
It was too much for one day! I said yes and ran to Grandma. On the way home, I told her the whole story. I was so happy and grateful to Grandma. She's always ready to give advice and help. She's also braver than me and can make decisions on the fly. I wanted to tell her how grateful I was, but she cut me off.
"Don't say anything!" she said.
So I just smiled.
The next day, I was impatiently waiting for 4 p.m. I had an appointment at the Kopernik cinema that day. I probably got ready for an hour. Grandma, of course, helped me choose my outfit. She has such wonderful taste. She's quite knowledgeable about today's fashion. The screening was fantastic. Not because of the film, of course, but because I had another appointment!
Days, weeks, months flew by. I kept seeing Piotrek. I had a little less time for Grandma, but as always, she understood me perfectly.
One day at school, I heard rumors that Piotr wanted to go out with me. Honestly, it didn't surprise me much, since we'd been dating for a while, and we were just friends. The rumors turned out to be true.
It might sound funny, but my grandma got me a boyfriend.
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