AliakimTheOkay

Grandmama’s Attic

The ladder squeaks with my every uneasy step up. Years of unuse have taken a toll on this house, but the love and care it once had can still be felt. I hear faint whispers of nostalgia. It flows through my ears and caresses my heart. Grandmama would never let my sisters and I travel up this high before. But of course that never stopped us. We’d hide behind bookcases and under the desks in her office. Laughing even as she threw a fit before she’d send us back to our rooms without dinner. Even through her stoic looks and often harsh demeanor, she was a lovely woman at heart.