Living With My Grandparents At Home

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

“Stop making excuses. We both know you can just stop it” huffed my grandmother as she angrily turned around and left the room. This unemotional and crass behavior my grandmother was exhibiting was not something I was accustomed to having directed at me. I was her firstborn grandchild, her only girl, and it was scary to me that she would treat me like

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

She quickly realized that there was a loss of energy afterwards. Although, she has allowed herself to go the casino more frequently. It struck her mind that life was short, and she found more fun in gambling. Sometimes, when I get onto her, she’ll give me a little of her winnings. Overall, my grandma is a strong lady, who knew exactly how to persevere and conquer her

Dozing off in a jampacked SUV during a long and tedious three hour drive from Troutdale, Oregon to Kennewick, Washington isn’t exactly how I’d like to spend my weekends, but these trips have come to represent a symbol of how hard work, grit, and determination shaped my grandparent’s lives; so that I could have a better one. Growing up until last year, my grandparents from my mom’s side were never really around, as they lived three hours away in a small city named Kennewick, Washington. As a result, my family made regular trips to visit them about every two months so that we could maintain a tight bond. I had always thought of these random visits to my grandparents as ordinary and monotonous drives to be with family, but as I have matured I’ve

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

“I'm going to tell Grandfather, right now!” Painted Girl yelled at Sarah. “And you,” she said, turning on John. “You are no better than her! You're supposed to be working, not… frolicking with everyone! What will Grandfather think when he finds out what you've been doing to his granddaughter? What will Richard think? He’d fire you for this, friend or not.”

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

“Let it go boy,” my father chuckled loudly. “You had stopped my wife’s heart as soon as you mentioned those silk pajamas and started it up again by saying poolside, swimwear and stocked bar. She has the look of having a dry martini in hand and looking through sunglasses wearing a wide brimmed hat like a glamorous movie star. I see the look of concern in your eyes. We won’t take long talking to our neighbors so we can get on the

“It was good, I was just tired and ready to come home to my parents and two brothers.” said Lilly’s small

Andrew looked at her gingerly “you’re sure, ‘you’re driving the right way?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh” she smiled at him “I was just looking for this diner, I found the last time I drove to my uncle”.

“This is a rite of passage “her mom had told her. “You are a big girl now and no longer need me to wake you up” she continued with a smile. “This will get the job done just fine. It is the first clock your great grandfather ever made,

As he shoved his luggage into his overhead bin, he took a seat with exhaustion. Remembering all the memories they've had at their grandparents house, when they were little. Now today would be the day to relive all those fun and exciting memories, thought Jamerson. Jamerson knew he could be able to show his Grandma Judy and Grandpa Jona, all the things he's learned from his practices in football, soccer, and basketball. Kaitlyn had finally gotten a flight attendant to come over by her. Kaitlyn began to speak, “Mrs, by any chance do you have wifi on here I could connect to?” The flight attendant Carrie had said, “I'm sorry ma'am we don't, is there anything else I can get you?” Kaitlyn didn't say anything, she sat there in disappointment. Ugh,

The weather was warm yet brisk at the same time as I walked from my grandparent’s new house to the car. As I attempted to squeeze into the backseat, it finally sunk in just how much stuff my sister thought she had to bring with her. I moronically asked her, “Why on earth would you possibly need all of this stuff?” All I got in return was a menacing glare from my sister Erin and a quick “STOP” from my mom. I thought to myself, “Just a few more hours and she’ll be gone forever, peace and quiet will finally be mine.” I could not have been more wrong.

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.