The retirement home was filled with stories, but none stranger than that of John-Paul’s. He claimed that was born in a tiny village in the middle of Central Park.
“Maybe your grandfather lived there, but not you” doubted the nurse who was assigned to the old man.
“Take this map, and one day, when I am gone, follow it. It’s there I tell you!” he pleaded.
Sure enough, one chilly October day, she found it. The entire place was covered by moss and branches, but she could see that John-Paul was telling the truth.
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