A Short Story Of Grandma's Lom A Story?

Grandma brought Amira a small glass of water and tucked her in again. This time, Grandma sang a lullaby before she shut off the light.

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

Chloe, my youngest granddaughter, drove me home. In the car she said, “Grandma, are you sure about this?”

"Have a good day, make sure you head over to Vice Principal Luna so you can get your schedule. I'll be here at three." Mom told me as I gather my book bag and climbed out of our mini van. I waved at her and she drove off. I coughed out the exhaust fumes. Never had I once seen that woman drive like that before. Guessed she really wanted me out of the house for once.

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

I just got off the plane. YAY! There she is. It’s Aunt Lindsay. “I’m so happy to see you!”I exclaimed. “I’m so happy to see you too.Are you ready to go?”Aunt Lindsay Beamed. “Of course!”I answered.Now that we have picked up Baby Brooks and

“ Vamos a agarrar tus cosas tenemos que ir!” my grandma started yelling, which meant to hurry up because we have to go.

Granny Grommet and Me uses the right words to set the theme, mood and tone of the story. At the start of the story, Granny and her friends get ready to go surfing. They wear their wetsuits, caps and sunblock. The words used here set the theme for the book and shows the reader that the story is about Granny going surfing. Further into the story, words and phrases such as safe, lovely and warm, ‘float me out’, peaceful and ‘shut my eyes and clench my toes’ encourage the reader to feel the emotions that the child in the story is feeling.

“Macey would you like some tea?” I yell to my daughter in law. “Yes i would really like that please and thank you.” I pour water into the kettle and i slowly wait for the water to boil. As i wait i take a glimpse at my beautiful grandchildren as i see them play, John then tells me with his sweet angel voice, “grandma i wish we

I can hear the children making a ruckus in the backyard, and the wind whistling through the trees. On this hot, summer, Sunday afternoon and John Jr. and Loretta are playing with all of their toys, while their father sits on the porch and enjoys his snuff. My eyes peer across the room to see him, my husband, through the windows as I walk to take my seat next to him on the porch where I will finish today’s stitching. Loretta is turning six next month, so I am making her a cross stitch pattern on a special blanket John Thomas bought her last week when he was in the city. The surprise must be well reserved, so I hide it when she comes near. “Mama!” calls John Jr. “When’s Granmama comin’? I’m already gettin’ hungry.”

I was on my way out of the house heading for school. I grabbed my coat, my backpack, and my sketchbook. The roads were busy I was walking today, I started to open the door the cold breeze biting my nose and glazing my eyes with water. Then mama had coughed so loud the air trembled with shock. She’d been coughing and wheezing since September. I thought it was because of Roxy she’s my secret, but mama doesn’t have allergies.

The afternoon sun peeked through the window and bounced off lightly down the creases of her face, enveloping her in a soft, golden glow. Becoming aware of my presence, she turned and grinned with her characteristic smile that permeates many of my most cherished memories. For a split second, a hint of recognition gleamed in her clouded eyes, but it soon dissipated into the thin air and she looked away again, staring bleakly into nothingness. A stranger. That's who I am to my grandmother now.

It was a pleasure interviewing my friend’s grandma, since I consider her a grandma as well. I decided to interview her because I wanted to learn more things about her. I arrived at their home around 3:00 pm; I made sure that she wasn’t busy before arriving. We sat on the kitchen table for the interview. During the

“Hello Sophia!” My mom said back to me, looking up from her computer while she was sitting on the couch. “I wanted to let you know that me and your dad have planned something very special and fun to do tonight!”

When I walked through the door, Grandma Becky was sitting at the table, staring at the door as if she was waiting on someone or something to walk through it; it was a moment before she spoke. “Come sit down,” she said. Timidly, I walked over to the table and sat down across from her.