sea, in a small coastal town. She loved the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty sea breeze that carried with it the cries of seagulls. Her little cottage was filled with nautical decor, shells and driftwood collected from the beach, and paintings of ships and lighthouses.
Every morning, she would wake up early to watch the sunrise over the water, a sight that never failed to take her breath away. She would spend hours walking along the sandy shores, collecting treasures and admiring the beauty of the sea.
Her love for the ocean was passed down to me, and I will always cherish the memories of spending time with her by the sea, listening to her tales of the sailors and fishermen who once called the town home. My grandma lived a simple life, but it was a life filled with joy and wonder, all thanks to the sea that she loved so much.
