4/22/2091
Love. A crumbling disease that possesses your heart, mind, and spirit. Depression can be apart of that too. And so can Alzheimers.
My grandma's name is Erin. She's diagnosed with Alzheimers and chronic depression. At least the depression comes and goes from time to time.
My grandma was diagnosed at age 82. That's how old she was when I was born. I never knew her that well though. She just seemed a ignorant in my life.
But, I'm thirteen now, and my mom suggested to go meet her. It'll be the third time meeting her in my life. I was four when I first met her, I ran into her in Target with my mom. The second time was when I needed to talk to her for some condolences about some stupid stuff. I think you get the deal. It's the first time I'll actually meet her. But, I'm partially doing this for a school project about someone important in your life— basically it's an interview. And, my mom is my grandma's only daughter, unfortunately.
I also never got to meet my grandpa, I just dont have many pictures of him. It's a difficult situation. But, I'm meeting my grandma today. I'll be staying with her for a while, so, you know the drill. Hopefully she has some photos with him.
* * *
She closes her journal and dashes downstairs into her mom's car. Awaiting her mother she finds her slowly locking the front door, "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"
"I'm not a big fan of your Grandma hon, you know that."
"Oh c'mon mom, really?"
"Well, it's just she's all hoarded up into her own life bombarding herself with sadness and other shenanigans. Better yet she'll probably be dead by the time we get there..."
"Don't be such a party pooper."
"Don't be such a bitch."
She audibly gasps and scrunches her face into a pouting formation. Her mom and her swear a lot so, it's no biggie.
* * *
The mom and daughter duo arrive at the house. Quite Vintage if you'd ask me. The creek up the staircase at the patio and ring the doorbell. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen pass. Her mom constantly checks her watch. Twenty. Thirty.
For—
"Yes?" the old lady creates a slight crack on the door, you can hear her exhaling.
"Mom, it's me."
"Ooh. Yes. Yes, I remembered I'd invited you hear hm?"
"Yes mom, yes."
"And I see you've brought a friend" —she let out a deceitful smirk—"rare occasion."
"'Mom, she's my daughter remember? Granddaughter of yours to be exact."
"Oh yes, I was just playing around."
"Yeah. Ok. Can we get inside now? The weather is overwhelmingly hot."
"Yes... of course" the old lady hesitated.
The pair walked in and the Grandma gave her granddaughter a devious look of envy. What could go wrong now?
faq
These are the only serious part in the story is when they go back from the flashbacks sooo yeah
