grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Two cans
I remain unclear about many things. One thing however in particular that day was clear and it compelled me to leave my room, the smells of breakfast in the kitchen, an unmade bed, and the sounds of airplanes hourly battering my roof, windows, and walls. I headed to the airport for a last minute purchase; I am clear about the outlandish, extra expense of last minute decisions.
By Frank Vandinther5 years ago in Families
Grandfather’s Book
For as long as I had known my grandfather, he always had that book. The little black notebook with the soft leather cover and the black elastic band that held the whole thing shut. It wasn’t a thick book, and I often wondered as a young adult how it was not yet full, with his constant scribblings and adding to it. Perhaps he had multiple books I once pondered, but upon inspection of the book now in my hand, I recognized the same dents in the cover, the same worn upper right corner where he brushed his thumb back and forth while he was thinking. Of all the possessions my grandfather had, all the trinkets laden with memories, this was an odd gift to be left to me in his will. Everyone else had received keepsakes worth financially more, or pieces of his vast estate. My siblings would have thrown a fit, to be given this seemingly worthless book, but I wasn’t worried or bothered. He always had this on him, even on the day he passed. It was as much a part of my grandfather as his glasses or his pocket watch. And besides, he always had a reason for the things he did, even if they weren’t evident to anyone but him.
By Elizabeth Hill5 years ago in Families
Prowd
Alex sat in his childhood bedroom while his Nonna sobbed herself to sleep in the room opposite his. He had moved back in a couple of weeks ago when his Nonno suddenly passed. The house, once warm and inviting, now seemed far too big and empty. “Matteo!” Alex could hear her muffled wails and made his way across the hall . “Ale! Lascia mei stare! Leave me alone!” she yelled as heard him enter the room. Alex looked sadly at his Nonna. As he turned to head back to his room the hallway felt too long, his bed too far away, so for the third time that week he slumped to the floor and slept outside his Nonna’s door.
By Alex Boone5 years ago in Families
And just like that
“Wake up girl it’s your birthday” Riley tells herself as she rolls over and ignores her alarm for the third time She hasn’t been this excited, well she actually doesn’t remember , But today is the big day (her parents were letting her her stay home from school, so they could go to the zoo)“Not today guys , it’s my day” Riley says to herself as she hear her parents arguing.
By Cynthia Mcgee5 years ago in Families
London to Glasgow Central
My fingers twitch, once, twice, above the button. It glows red, like Christmas lights. It’s been a good journey so far. There were sheep on the line at Carlisle, but they moved quickly. Normally it takes hours - the bloody animals never know when to stop - but they’d cleared by the time we got to Coventry.
By Maria Clark5 years ago in Families
Annie
Roxanne sat on her luggage in her empty townhouse. She fiddled nervously with her phone. She’d checked her ride share app a dozen times. Nothing could distract her from her extreme impatience to leave this life behind her. She had lived here briefly, only two years. However, to her, it may as well have been 200. Just a few short years ago, yet lifetimes ago, Roxanne lived in a suburban mansion with her husband, Gordon. She lived comfortably, her marriage was happy, her grandmother, her beloved grandmother, Mary, was alive and healthy. Soon after, she spent most of her time caring for Mary while neglecting her husband. She then took a leave of absence from the hospital where she worked as a nurse. She watched as her grandmother and her marriage both died, along with her desire to ever be a caregiver again. No memory of the past 15 years sparked any kind of emotion, positive or otherwise. Nothing she had known as security or accomplishment remained. She felt completely empty.
By Daniel Christopher Thomas5 years ago in Families
Jimmy and Miss Muffet
In many ways, the weather yesterday was just perfect, perfect for a public holiday that is. Rainy, not really cold, but cool enough that no air conditioners were needed, and all the doors and windows could be thrown open in order to invite fresh air to enter and to swirl through the house, expelling the hot air caught up in the house over the previous few weeks when temperatures hovered around 38 degrees Celsius.
By Colleen Rip-Botha5 years ago in Families
"Little Black Book Story"
"The Little Black Book Story Number One Recruit” The white chalk blew ever so slightly outside the perfect ninety-foot line between third base and home plate. Manny dusted off home plate and admired his handy work. The patchwork design of the outfield rivaled any major league ballpark and the fine clay of the infield had been meticulously raked. The only remaining detail was to strap down the bases. Manny strolled to his Gator to grab the bases when heard a loud whistle.
By Kari Riegle5 years ago in Families
The Cottage
Shut up! Quinn thought, squeezing her eyes closed against the bright morning light as if that action could drown out the infuriating twitter of the happy birds flitting around her window. Today was not a bright happy day. Gulping down the threat of tears, Quinn flopped over in her bed. Eyes on the ceiling, she drew deep breaths. Today was going to be one of the worst days of her life.
By Cassie Mead5 years ago in Families
