I'm Moving?

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    The windows of the room were streaked with rain droplets, that barely allowed the girl a view of the dreary backdrop outside. There were occasional streaks of blurry lights made by the cars of people unfortunate to have business on such a bleak day.  The sound of heavy rain hitting the metal roof reverberated all around her. Her grandparents had her waiting in the old living room; what she was waiting for she didn't know. Judging by the mood of the house that morning It wasn't something she should be looking forward to.

The day had started as any other had since she had moved in with her grandparents. The girl stretched as she awoke gently removing the covers that had entombed her in the bed. Reaching across the bedside table her fingers feeling around without help from her eyes. Her fingertips felt a slight brush of metal, reaching just a bit further she grasped onto her glasses. She quickly set about making the bed once her round glasses adorned her face. Was it her bed? She still hadn't decided despite having lived at her grandparents' house for nearly a year and a half.

Making her way into the tight hallway the girl slowly approached a single darkened door at the end, just beyond the staircase. 

"Mom." The girl mumbled sadness embedded in her voice. She placed the palm of her hand on the wooden door. Her hand slowly dragged down the wooden surface before falling limply at her side.

The soft creaking of a door brought the girl's attention back to the present. Turning her head she watched as her grandfather opened the door with a little struggle. Standing slightly she maneuvered her body towards the door but stopped when he held his hand up. Slowly she fell back into the chair as her grandfather positioned an old brick they used as a doorstop in front of the door. Once he was finished he made his way past the table in the center of the room, and to a recliner that sat opposite of the girl's own chair. She watched as he gently collapsed into the chair green cushions sinking around him. Her grandfather gave her a gentle smile, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes were glossy and carried with them a sadness. He was a soft spoken and gentle man, but he always seemed chipper even when times were rough. The look on his face looked foreign on his face.

They sat in agonizing silence for what seemed like ages to the girl. The gentle clinging of crockery making it's way towards them announced the arrival of her grandmother. She watched as the older woman made her way into the room and sat her tray carrying three cups with steam billowing from them onto the table. Her grandmother handed her a cup the sweet aroma of tea filling her nostrils. She took a small sip as she watched her grandmother take the two remaining cups with her towards the other end of the room. She placed the cups on a small side table between the two recliners before gracefully sitting in the open recliner.

"Bonnie, we need to have a discussion." Her grandmother spoke softly her eyes meeting Bonnie's gaze.

Bonnie looked to her grandfather for answers, but being the timid man he was, he simply turned his head towards his wife.

"You've been living here for close to two years yes?" Although her grandmother spoke, Bonnie could only nod in response. 

Her grandmother hummed. "Well dear. We know it's been hard on you these past few years, with everything that's been going on." Her grandmother gave her a sorrowful smile.

Bonnie nodded again wondering what her grandmother could be going on about. She waited patiently as the elderly woman took a long sip of her drink. Although she maintained a respectable composure on the outside Bonnie's mind was traveling at the speed of light. It came up with numerous potentialities, though some were more probably than others.

"Your grandfather and I have had many discussions on what we think is best for you. Many nights neither of us could sleep because of the thoughts." Her grandmother began. "We don't think we can give you the best care, the care you deserve." She had a sympathetic shine in her eyes.

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