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Question: Write me a story about 12 year old Mathilda. Mathilda was at her 69 year old grandma Beatrice's house for the weekend. The second she entered the door, Beatrice took her phone. "It will be confiscated until you leave missy" Beatrice said. Mathilda waited till she heard Beatrice leaving to go shopping and grab dinner. Sneaking into her grandma's room, she saw Beatrice left her purse behind. Grabbing the purse, she ran out to the living room. She looked down suddenly noticing she accidentally slipped into a pair of her old lady sandals trying to slip them off. Removing the purse and getting her phone was easy. She suddenly felt her feet stuck in the sandals growing until they looked like her grandma's even getting her hammer toe. She couldn't move them hardly at all and tried to call her family for help. Her height increased slightly as she gained tan shorts and a short floral shirt. Her hair shriveled and turned white and her teeth became dentures as a pair of glasses formed on her face. She looked and sounded exactly like Beatrice now. She went back to the phone realizing she no longer understood it or how to use it as her mind fully changed into Beatrice's. "OH COME ON! PLEASE I--- I don't understand why a simple telephone with the good old spin dial is not good enough. Why you need the computer and the emojis and all the social media things. So unnecessary. Conversations should always be face to face" the new Beatrice rambled just like the real one would. The new Beatrice wondered how she blinked and ended up home spotting her purse on the ground. "Oh silly me. Must've forgotten my purse again. Too bad I left on it the floor like an old goof" she said struggling to bend down and grab it. Beatrice left the house again suspicious as to why her granddaughter was so quiet thinking she would deal with her when she got back.
During the evening dinner, Mathilda was unusually focused on her food, hardly adding to the usual chatty banter. Beatrice couldn't help noticing the stark difference in her granddaughter's demeanor and decided to bring it up. "My dear, am I to understand that my phone ban has made you mute?" Beatrice asked humorously. The person sitting across from her looked up, her familiar wrinkles deepening as she forced a chuckle. "Phone ban... Oh, yes, yes, I understand what you're saying, dear," came the reply in Beatrice's voice, not Mathilda's. Beatrice blinked, unsure of how to react. Something felt distinctly wrong and unsettling. Mathilda who usually protested against the phone confiscation rule was there, talking just like her, looking just like her and seemed to share the same dilemma with understanding modern technology. The rest of the dinner passed eerily quietly with Beatrice growing more and more worried. Despite her strict exterior, the 69-year-old grandmother valued the bond they shared, the silly discussions, the random chats about life in school, and the stories of Mathilda's friends behaviour. She missed the young girl's company, the vitality and the adolescent energy she brought into her otherwise quiet home. Retiring to bed that night, Beatrice was still mulling over the abrupt changes in her bubbly and vivacious granddaughter. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something was definitely amiss. The next morning brought a surprising yet welcoming change. With sunrise, Mathilda was her old self again, her youth and exuberance instantly filling the home with much-needed cheer. Beatrice couldn't help but hug her tightly. On seeing the familiar sparkle in her granddaughter's eyes, she thought, her young age was definitely something precious and full of innocence, a feature she absolutely adored. As for Mathilda, she returned home having learned an important lesson about prudence. She had learned the hard way, that respecting the rules, even if you didn't agree with them wasn't just for the sake of discipline, but also out of respect for those who had set them. She vowed never to take shortcuts again, having understood that shortcuts often lead to longer journeys. From that weekend on, Mathilda learned to value her youth and her grandma's wisdom more than she had ever done before.
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