Part 1

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I wake up to someone yelling my name "Rose, get your lazy butt up..." I roll out of bed

bed with a 'thud' literally I rolled out of my bed onto the floor "grandma an'd gramps

are here" my mom yells with a thick Irish accent.so are family is from Ireland my family

came to a small town in New York, New York when I was two. I have a mom a dad and

a brother then my grandparents live in Massachusetts. I walk down the stairs

to the kitchen. When I get there a strong, sweet smell passes under my nose. when I look

towered the stove and see bacon and eggs.my mom turns around "oh. Hey my Baby

  Pumpkin Spice Latte I didn't hear you come down"the baby latte thing is a nickname my

mom gave me when I was little I still don't know why tho. I walk forwards to my

brother sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. I stop right next to the counter and

look at my mom "were is grand-"my grandparents cut me off bye walking in frantically

with there arms waving in the air... "MY BABY'S!!!"my grandma yells rushing to Jake

and I. She grabs us and pulls us into a hug. I rap my arms around her small frame

and inhale her essence of lilac then the wind is knocked out of me. I let go of my

grandma and fall to the ground chocking and wheezing trying to get some air in

my lungs...after a few seconds I can finally breath a little better and look up to my

mom and she has gone back to cooking breakfast and my grandma is talking to my

dad.my dad has his eye brows furrowed with a confused look. I look at my grandmother

and she has a serious look on her face and is talking in a whisper...my dad looks at me

and I start wheezing again my mom has stopped cooking now and is watching me.

I look at her hands because she is clutching her spatula and her knuckles are turning white,

tears rolling down her cheeks

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