You’re having dinner at Grandma’s. Unfortunately, you don’t like the soup, but you don’t want to make Grandma a pain. You eat until the end but more and more of it appear on your plate.

You’re having dinner at Grandma’s. Unfortunately, you don’t like the soup, but you don’t want to make Grandma a pain. You eat until the end but more and more of it appear on your plate. When the kitchen is clean, you notice that you’ve eaten nothing. Is it lunch time? When you’re at your grandmother’s, are you supposed to call her Ma? Are you simply not a girl or are you not getting a word in edgewise? This is my father’s mother, my mother’s mom. Grandma always lived in the same house for as long as I could remember. The blue house sat on the corner of Grandpa’s and Aunt Bea’s block. If I got home late from school, I could stay with her and spend the night. She knew me and I knew her. She could cook just about anything. I remember her large orange potatoes, meatloaf, and stuffing. I remember her squeezing in a few veggies with it.

Grandma was a workhorse. She could churn butter too. The smells of her kitchen are the smells that fill my mind when I think of her.

She always smelled good too. I wonder what the recipe is for soap.

Stories have always intrigued me.

They bring back feelings and memories.

They remind me of the person I once was.

I have an obsessive personality and it has always been hard for me to walk away from a good book.

I lose sleep.

I might get very irked at times.

I could be bribed into something.

I would do anything for a book. I have the first book written and it’s sitting on my bookshelf.

I have read it and reread it.

I have gotten lost in the world that Alice has created.

I have argued with myself in what would have happened in her world had she chosen the right or the wrong path.

I just can’t seem to stop reading it. I have this huge responsibility and that is taking care of my parents.

It consumes most of my time and it is very difficult.

I don’t really have anyone to talk to about the things I am dealing with.

That’s the one thing I have always been able to count on in my life.

My parents and family will always be there for me.

I can count on my brothers too.

They are both very understanding. I have talked to my Dad and he understands the whole issue and what I am going through.

I think he’s just trying to be supportive.

I’m very glad he is supporting me.

I have not really been in the same room as my Dad since I had my little talk.

This is a bit of a stretch for him.

Not much by any means, but you know what I mean.

I feel like he is trying to be tough on me, just like he always has.

There’s a difference, but I don’t see it.

It really hurt him seeing me in that state.

He tried to hide it, but I could tell that he was very disappointed. He wants to be there to help me with my responsibilities.

He’s asking for the occasional night out on the town.

He is joking with me and is trying very hard to make me laugh. I really appreciate what he’s trying to do and I think he just doesn’t realize it. I’m just