My mind is racing. I don’t know what it is. I refuse to believe that human is the source of my thoughts. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m finally going to see my grandmother and the thought of escaping such public places, could even be peaceful for a little while. Yes, that’s it. It’s not her. As a distraction, I thought of seeing my grandmother, a loving and wise woman, she’s the only one who knows the truth about me and loves me inspite of everything. She’s my best friend. Anyone who hurts her would eternally beg for death.
It took me a little while to find her house fortunately, my memory serves me right. As I pull up to the house, I’m bewildered to see how different everything looks. The last time I was here it looked more like a cabin. It was brown bricked with white windows and now it looks like a summer house. With the grey-tiles and white windows a porch is added with a swing set and a coffee table.
I get out the car and walk up the porch to see her identical blue eyes, long gray curls and her warm smile with her arms open for a hug.
“I knew you’d come eventually” she says
“Hey grandma”
“Oh how I missed you, I haven’t seen you since you were three?”
“Ya”
“Why do you have all this stuff with you?”
“Well you know how Mom and Dad are having issues with me, so I figured I could take care of myself, but I need a few days to get on my feet and I missed you too, so I was wondering…”
“Don’t say another word, you can live here, I still have an extra bed room waiting for you, I’ve even redecorated”
“I see. How did you know I was coming?”
“Grandmother’s get those feelings”
“Best woman in my life grams”
“You better remember that young man, even though I have feeling I won’t always be the best”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not exactly sure, but I know we’ll find out and I’ll destroy your curiosity upstairs”
I smiled
I love my grams, have I mentioned I will kill for this woman?
We went inside and she led me upstairs and I realized everything still smelled and looked the same on the inside, and for that I was happy. At least one thing in my life is the same.
“How is your sister?”
“Oh she’s being Jessie”
“You may have to watch out for her, something’s off about her”
“How so?”
“Now you know it’s just my intuition talking, just like it does to you and we don’t always have answers but we have methods to solve the equation”
My room was red and blue, my favorite colors and the bed and furniture were already set and matching just like my room back home, except better because it came from grams, and I felt safe.
“Now you can’t be bringing just any old girls in here, I don’t care who or what you are”
“Grams, you know you’re the only important woman in my life”
“Just like your grandfather. Don’t try and charm me”
“But it’s working”
“Oh, you have the same arrogance”
“It’s a part of the trait”
I used to always admire my grandfather and was happy for the compliment.
“Can you demolish my curiosity, now?”
“Let’s just say that it runs in the family and it skips a generation so I knew it was going to happen to you, but your father always hated the trait and that’s why it’s so difficult”
“Hmmm, thanks”
“What are you thanking me for? ”
“ For abolishing my curiosity, and letting me stay somewhere secure”
“Anytime, I’ll leave you to unpack so I can go cook dinner”
“Okay”
After I finished unpacking, I was free to let my mind wonder. Who was she? Why is that when I layed my eyes on her, I wanted to know everything about her? What is this feeling I have in my stomach? But. Here is the important question, Why am I paying this much attention to her? Why does she have my interest? There aren’t words to describe how she is, Beautiful? No no no no, Extraordinary. An everlonging mystery. That’s when the lightening struck in my head and I smiled to myself as I got a new idea, not for long.
