Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother

“Okay,” Grandma said quietly. “Sit next to me, and I’ll read you a bedtime story.” Amira crawled up and sat down beside Grandma. There was plenty of room in the cozy old chair. Grandma read a story about a girl and her playful pet cat. Sara sat on the rug and listened. “It’s time for

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

“Stay safe we love you,” my grandma called back. We got into the car and was not surprised to hear our parents discussing scientific explanations. We never really understood why they enjoyed science so much. As soon as we got in, my dad began to drive away. I looked back and waved goodbye to my grandparents. They were always smiling and happy. I was going to miss them. We only came during special occasions. Although I was happy to go back to the city, being there in the middle of nowhere was starting to get very boring. All you see are trees but I guessed they like the quite peacefulness of being alone without a house in sight.

I started her computer and opened Facebook and Pinterest. I looked at the album called “ChinaTown and stitches.” I found the photos with me and a cut on my forehead and the recipe for the bedrocks.Then I remembered that I do not recall anyone talking.So I asked.

I sat up shooting her a questioning glare while yawning in the process. "What you doing here?" I finally asked analyzing her in confusion. I know this heifer ain't hop through my window. I lived on the second floor. So how the fuck, my eyes widened in realization when I remembered I had given her my spare key, which I specifically told her to use for emergencies only. I've been wondering why every time I come home from work it look like my nay had been drunk and my bed had been laid in. Now I see. I shook my head at her and rolled my eyes.

Mary shouted goodbye and left for work before I hopped out of bed to figure out who else was still in the house. Jade was in the kitchen with a mean mug on her face. I originally ignored it since she was always cranky in the morning. However, her face expression stayed constant as she prepared my breakfast. She slammed the bowl of cereal in front of me, and I looked at her with confusion. I did not know what her problem was, but I hoped that she got over it. What caused her to be upset? After I finished my food, I walked back in the living room to watch cartoons when Jade snatched the remote from me. She ordered me to grab the radio, the two chairs in the kitchen, and the house phone within ten seconds. I took her as a joke because there was no way I could bring all of what she wanted outside in ten seconds, however her face expression told me that she was not fooling around.

"What do you -- " Moya stopped as she recalled the shadows she’d seen at school that afternoon and the strange whispering in her head.

“What about how have you been feeling physically?” she asked. “Everything okay there? No aches or pains, no visions, no bouts of the giggles?”

The wind tasted of distilled mint and corn husks, to me this was pure happiness, it was the most enticing smells of my childhood. Mornings with Pops on the farm were a reward not a chore. I would get to spend time with our farm cats, cows, and horses if I was extra lucky that day. To be a child on a farm in Idaho is that having a new planet for your imagination to roam, the things my sister and I would find and could play in were enchanting. The possibilities were endless. After a long day's play it was crucial that we went to see my great grandfather and grandmother. My great grandma would teach me all I could take in about my japanese heritage. Both my great grandparents were born in Japan. During the world war my grandpa was drafted but he had fallen in love with a woman who he could not bare to be without. In the middle of the night they packed up all they could carry and didn’t stop running until they reached a small town in Idaho and built a farm from nothing. They were the perfect couple, my grandpa was a great entrepreneur and my grandma was a great teacher. From her I learn traditional Japanese origami, as much japanese as my six year old brain could hold, and how to make homemade japanese cuisine such as mochi and suchi.

My friends turned and saw what I meant. They then decided to ask her what was wrong, as we normally did.

She snapped out of her thoughts once she realized that the lights and TV in her living room were on, which was odd to her because she normally turns everything off when she leaves and she lives alone. She scrunched her face up when she began to hear faint footsteps, indicating that someone was in her home.

The skill I am teaching my grandma is how to use her new tablet and successfully make a Facebook account for herself and use it.

“I’m about to go crazy. My period is late, and I think that I may be pregnant.”

I yawned, as I sat next to her in the dark nursing home room. The room was small, with a little TV in the corner that always had a show in black and white on. The walls were covered in posters of Snoopy and the Peanuts clan. I nudged my mom, signaling that I wanted to go home. She shook her head, and I let out a quiet sigh. It was late.

In the middle of me fixing the bedroom up to a nice standard my partner arrived back home, she asked me to sit down with her, as she had something important to explain to me.