Sylvia Galmore Stagg

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It is a normal summer morning; Miranda is dropping the girls off to grandma’s at 5:00 a.m. while she goes to work. Mom, Marissa said, “why can’t I babysit I am old enough to watch them I am 16 and I can take care of them.” “Marissa” said mom, “I know you are, but this gives you girls time to spend with your grandmother, she loves spending time with you girls, so try and understand.” “We know mom,” said Sara “you say this all the time, but grandma always buy so much stuff and we are always going to all these so-called antique stores.” “Yes,” said Miranda, “your grandmother has an eye for these things, “Marissa and Sara snicker and laugh, both girls say, “antiques yes right.” Marsha the youngest of the girl's yells “yes! Grandma say they are worth a lot.” Be good love you girls,” Miranda blows a goodbye kiss at the girls and waves at grandma who is standing in the door waiting for the girls. Marsha grabs her backpack full of snacks and say, “oh mom I almost forgot it is grandma’s,” but before she could finish speaking, Miranda puts her finger over her lips and says "shhhh," then she drives off.