Grandmother opened the old box. A yellow letter came out from inside.
The date was: 13 August 1947
The letter read: "Dear sister, tomorrow we will breathe in a free country. Goods are few, fears are high, but sure this soil is ours. Pray."
Nani's eyes became moist. He gave the letter to the granddaughter. Saying: "Son, this is not a paper, it's a sacrifice."
The granddaughter kissed the letter and put the flag on the window.
Freedom is inherited, now it is our turn to take it.