"Honey, I think my canary got out of her cage again!" Elizabeth hollers at her grand daughter from the 1940's style sun-room.
"Gramma, your canary died three years ago. I have no clue what you're talking about." Halee gently coo's to her grandmother while handing her a small blue capsule with a glass filled about half way with water.
Elizabeth sits down into the wicker chair behind her and mumbles,"I could've swore that I still had that thing."
"Gramma, I have a photo shoot for a newly-wed couple at 4:00 o'clock. Do you think you can handle holding the fort down, or should I take you with me?" Halee says with a soft tone to her grandmother.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, honey. I'll be just fine." Elizabeth says with a sense of confidence in her voice.
"I'm gonna trust you today. Do you want me to grab you a sudoku book from the convenience store first?" Halee asks her grandmother.
"Don't worry about this ole hag." Her gramma chuckles.
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The Floral Print Scrapbook
General FictionHalee is a 17 year old drop out wannabe photographer caring for her 73 year old grandmother with Alzheimer's. Her grandmother, Elizabeth, whom's memory is fading, has dreams of visiting every continent while her brain allows her to. With Halee's cam...
