Granny Mia was roused from her sleep by the sound of people conversing nearby.
Forcing her eyes open, she was surprised to find herself encircled by a group of market women from the neighborhood.
As Granny Mia fully opened her eyes, she noticed them staring down at her with blank expressions, having realized that she was awake.
Granny Mia attempted to sit up but was unable, so two women helped her into a seated position on the bed while another placed a pillow behind her back for support.
"Y'all wouldn't let me sleep," Granny Mia said weakly out of exhaustion.
"We thought you would be hungry, so we decided to bring you some food and flowers" one of the women said.
"What are the flowers for? Did someone die?" Granny Mia inquired faintly.
"No, they are for you, as congratulations on your quick recovery," the woman replied.
Another woman asked; "What about the food?"
"I would have eaten, but the noise y'all made, ruined my appetite," Granny Mia said as she attempted to move to the edge of the bed.
"Where do you think you are going to?" Another woman asked Granny Mia.
"I need my granddaughter," Granny Mia said.
"You gotta eat first, she's in the White House," another woman added.
Granny Mia's eyes widened in surprise. "Not in prison?!"
"We don't know for sure. We haven't heard any news from her since her arrest."
Granny Mia attempted to reach the edge of the bed in order to laboriously transfer herself to the wheelchair.
"No! My granddaughter is in danger, I need to go find her," Granny Mia said as she dragged the wheelchair close to the bed, so she could go down and sit.
Two women helped her to sit in the wheelchair barefoot, but Granny Mia didn't care.
She maneuvered her wheelchair nearly to the exit door, then halted midway when one of the women remarked,
"Even though she's a thief, you still risk your life for her. Whatchu gon gain from this granddaughter of yours?"
Granny Mia swiftly turned her wheelchair and rolled back to the woman who had just spoken, striking her sharply on the hip with her frail hands.
The woman, taken aback, exclaimed, "Ouch!"
"I ain't finna let you speak about my granddaughter in that manner," Granny Mia stated sternly, her anger evident between clenched teeth.
Then, like the first smack wasn't enough, Granny Mia smacked the woman, the second time on the hips, "Don't." She smacked again, "You." She smacked again "Ever." And again, "Speak." And again, "About my granddaughter in that manner" And she smacked the last one.
The woman yelped in pain;
Granny Mia might be advanced in years, but her hands were firm, as if she had served in the military when she was younger.
The other women laughed at the drama.
Granny Mia turned her wheelchair around and headed toward the exit, her eyes brimming with confusion and tears.
"Mia! You eating or na?" One of the women, who was the same age as Granny Mia called out loudly.
Granny Mia ignored her.
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GOTCHA (Fangs Of Love)
RomanceShe is a thief that doesn't have any intention to stop stealing. A word alone from him can put her to her early grave. He is the president of U.S.A, and he caught her stealing by chance. His most hated misconduct. She is his first law breaker since...
