Life at Grandmas

Chapter one

It was a hot summer day when Michael arrived at his grandmother's house. His parents had just gotten divorced and his mother had to work long hours to make ends meet, so it was decided that he would stay with his grandmother for the summer. Michael had mixed feelings about the arrangement. On one hand, he was excited to spend some time with his grandma, who he hadn't seen in a while. On the other hand, he was sad about leaving his home and friends behind, and he was worried about how his grandma would react to his bedwetting problem.

As he walked up to the house, his grandma came out to greet him. "Welcome home, sweetie," she said, giving him a big hug. Michael hugged her back, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, beaming. "Let's get you settled in."

Michael followed her into the house, carrying his suitcase. His grandma showed him to his room, which was decorated with all his favorite things. There was a bookshelf filled with his favorite books, a desk with his favorite pen and notebook, and a poster of his favorite band on the wall. "This is great, grandma," Michael said, smiling. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, sweetie," she said, sitting on the bed next to him. "I want you to feel like you're at home here." Michael nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. He didn't want to think about the fact that he wasn't at home. He didn't want to think about the fact that his parents were getting divorced. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was a bedwetter.

His grandma seemed to sense his discomfort and she said, "I know this is a difficult time for you, sweetie. But I'm here for you, and I'm going to take care of you. I know you've had some trouble with bedwetting, and I want to help you with that. I've got some Goodnites for you to wear at night, and I'll be here to help you with everything."

Michael felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He knew he needed the Goodnites, but he didn't want his grandma to know that he was still wetting the bed at his age. He was almost 13, and he felt like he should have grown out of it by now. "I can take care of it myself, grandma," he said, trying to sound confident. "I've been doing it for a while now."

"I know you have, sweetie," she said, patting his hand. "But I want to help you. It's my job as your grandma to take care of you, and I don't want you to have to worry about anything while you're here. I'll be here to help you with anything you need, and I won't judge you. I love you no matter what."

Michael felt a sense of relief wash over him. His grandma's words were like a balm to his troubled soul. He knew she loved him, and he knew she wanted to help him. He couldn't deny that he needed the help, and he couldn't deny that the Goodnites made him feel more secure at night. "Okay, grandma," he said, nodding. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetie," she said, giving him a hug. "Now, let's get you changed into your Goodnites. We don't want any accidents tonight, do we?"

Michael shook his head, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He wanted to protest, but he knew it was futile. He knew that his grandma was just trying to help him, and he knew that he needed the Goodnites. He also knew that he would have to give in to her babying him if he wanted to have a comfortable summer. He got out of his clothes and put on the Goodnite, feeling a sense of embarrassment and shame. He didn't want his grandma to see him like this, but he knew she had seen it all before.

"There you go, sweetie," she said, smiling. "Now, let's get you into bed. You must be tired from your trip." Michael nodded, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over him. He climbed into bed and his grandma pulled up the covers. "Goodnight, sweetie," she said, kissing him on the forehead. "I love you."

"Goodnight, grandma," Michael said, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over him. "I love you too." She turned off the light and closed the door, leaving Michael alone in the darkness. He lay there in the silence, listening to the sound of his own breathing. He felt a sense of comfort and security knowing that his grandma was there to take care of him, and that he wouldn't have to worry about anything while he was there. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.