So Dnumde continued to get to know Ylloh. A year passed by. Two years. Three years. Still, none of the other grandpas had found love.
Soon it was the night before Easter. Dnumde had planned something special at the Town Hall! It was an Easter Egg Hunt for adults! He invited all the little grandpas, plus Ylloh. He filled the plastic eggs with fancy phone covers, woolen socks, Starbucks and iTunes gift cards, and packets of peppermint gum. He even hid a chocolate Cadbury egg with gold wrapping on the bottom side of a tabletop. As he was working, he heartily recalled the day he woke up to find himself yearning for grandchildren. Three years ago, in this same exact spot, Dnumde Niwri had called on all the old men in town to meet here and talk about granchildren.
The next day, Dnumde made himself a cup of coffee, got in his car, and drove to the town hall. Before he knew it, the Easter Egg Hunt had started. Then Dnumde remembered something. He had prepared an egg more special than the golden egg, though it looked as normal as the plastic ones. In fact, it was a plastic egg. But what made this egg special was that Dnumde had filled it not with gum, socks, gift cards, or phone covers, but a gold ring with a tiny red ruby smack in the center along with a single half sheet of plain white drawing paper that read, May I have your hand in marriage?
Signed, Dnumde Niwri
Soon, Dnumde saw Ylloh walking past. He thrust the egg into her basket. Soon enough, Ylloh walked over to Dnumde.
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