Misconception

Part 1/1 - Spectrum

"Where are you going?"

My mother stops me in front of the door. She crosses her arms and frowns as if suspicious of the actions I have planned.

"To grandma's. Isn't that where you told me to go?

"Oh, I didn't think you'd do it." She answers, exiting her bossy frown and going back to her normal lovable self, but a little surprised.

"Obviously, I would prefer my room and my bed and food that you entitle as "garbage", however, I'm seventeen years old and still have to do as I am told." She shot me a confused look of triumph "Where's dad?"

"He's outside loading the car."

"Great."

I walk over him and place my bag on the trunk

"Ready for our great weekend?"

"Yup, let's put up with all my great cousins."

My dad ignores me and signals me with his eyes to get in the car.

"It will be good for everyone!" my mother shouts from the front door.

"Mother, we've been over this, let's not continue." She giggles and puts her hand on the back of my head before kissing me goodbye.

"Please, try to make the most out of this."

I try to give her an honest smile but fail. I hop in the car as my dad shuts the door and turns on the engine "Bye, love you honey!"

After the two hour drive, we finally get to their town. We see all the old ladies grabbing my cheeks and shouting how much I had grown over the last year - as if natural growth of a teenage girl isn't something completely natural. And we see all the old men telling my dad he needed a well-educated son. And they see me rolling my eyes every five seconds.

My grandfather has always been the only thing I like here. He has been sick for a few years now, but before, we used to walk in town, climb to the top of the mountain, we'd grab ice cream and it would always be great to have him around. It doesn't mean I love him any less, but the fact that he is sick always makes me a little sad. He never lost his sense of humor, but he doesn't have that light in his eyes he used to possess.

I walk inside the living room, where he always is now, reading the newspaper and his old books, that he has read over forty times, and see the big smile his lips make when he sees me. I open my arms and greet him with a warm hug.

"I missed you kiddo!"

"I missed you too, gramps"

"How's your mother?"

"She's great. Has been a little bit whiny but it must be age." He laughs. I like to see him laugh. It means he still has the strength to do one of the things he loves most. Sadly, we are interrupted by my three cousins. These kids are the devil, but when he rose from the underground, he was divided into three souls, who had to become my cousins. They are triplets (oh my poor aunt) and the most annoying things on Earth. I'll admit it, they can be very adorable, but are little rats most of the time.

They barge in the door and hold onto my legs. My grandfather smiles over their amusement. Their idea of fun is annoying me, which they succeed, most of the times.

"Jenni! Jenni! Jenni!"

"Geez, would you let me go?" they shake me until I almost lose my balance "Please, go outside annoy someone else."

"Jennifer, don't be so hard on them." He says, still smiling. They finally let go off me and I sit next to my favorite guy.

"How have you been, gramps?"