The Only Reason.

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My grandma hugged me tight for 10 seconds straight and then she told me to grab my stuff and get inside her car.

I did as she told me so but I couldn't stop feeling worried about my mom, what if something happened to her? I hope not, but the weird feeling that it might at the pit of my stomach strengthens as I close my house's door and descend the stairs.

"Get in the car Violet" she says in command, but I instead look blankly at her car remembering how my mother used to take me out on quick rides when I was little in that exact same car; I think my grandma notices because she puts her hand on top of my back and says "Violet, I know you're worried, and trust me, so am I; but we can't keep doing this"

I look up at her surprised "doing what?"

She sighs. "Being this patient with your mom. She always does stuff like this, you perfectly know this is not the first time; and I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired of handling with my daughter's behavior"

I look down. I know she's right. "Yeah, grams. I know."-"good" she says almost immediately.

She opens her car with her keys, it's an old camping Trabant. I think she has had that long before I even had memory, she just loves her car, I think she's had it since the 70's or something, my mother used to say her mom's car (grams') always had a smell of sweet, maybe a little too sweet perfume, and the perfume she used to talk about is the perfume Grams still wears to this day because she says it used to be my grandpa's favorite.

Grandpa killed himself when I was 7 years old, almost ten years ago; Grams says he had been battling depression for like 8 years now, because their son (my mother's brother) died in a drunk car accident. He was driving back home from a party, but he had had a little bit too much to drink, and I don't know why someone let him even walk to his car, but anyway, it happened.

There were 5 people in that car crash, including my uncle, and he was going really fast until a curve stopped him. The car rolled over and it got completely wrecked, including everyone inside of it. It was an instant death.

The worst part about it was that my dad had to go identify the body and Grams says that their little Patrick (my uncle) had his limbs ripped apart from his body. Maybe that's what got my grandpa depressed.

Anyway, I get in the car and I look at my Grams. She's extremely beautiful, she has this smell of experience that I just love, she has always been there for me whenever she can and she's nothing like my mother, she's warm and loving, everything a grandma should be.

"I don't think I tell you enough how much I love you, but I sincerely do Grams". I tell her staring at her driving hands, "I love you too, sweetheart. Did you hear from your mom before I arrived?"

Should I lie to her? I mean, if I tell her she'll only be mad at her and I don't like seeing Grams mad, I like her happy, but then again, she can't be happy unless she knows her daughter is fine, so I decide to tell her.

"Yeah, she picked up". She frowns a little bit and gives me a quick look before returning to look at the road. "So?"

"She said she was...Uhm--" Screwing her co-worker? That sounds classy. "--working up late, I think she's going to be staying the night at the office" My grandma looks calmed so I sigh and look at the window.

"Well, I hope she can rest later" I nod, and I don't know if she saw me, but I'll assume she did because the rest of the road was pretty silent.

As soon as we got to her house I said hi to Hopper, my Grams' German Shepherd. Hopper is probably really old, I think she got him when I was 2, but he has been really sad since grandpa died, he was Hopper's best friend after all.

I get inside the house and take my stuff upstairs, then come back down again. Grandma looks at me and whispers to herself (loud enough for me to hear) "Oh, right. Your pijamas" then walks out of that room and takes some really old pijamas I left here the last time I came, which was probably like one year ago.

"Here you go"-"Thanks, Grams" I smile at her and kiss her goodnight before walking upstairs.

I open grandpa's room door, which has been mine since he died and start taking off my shirt, then my pants, followed by my bra, but I notice a light from across the street.

I walk topless to the open window just to find the main room of the house across the street with its lights on, I shiver because I start getting cold and that's when I notice I'm topless! I quickly run to put my pijamas on and resume what I was doing, but when I get close to the window, I notice the lights were already off.

I shrug and undo the bed, getting myself tucked in. I close my eyes, ready to sleep but it doesn't seem to be working, so I open them and I find something on the mirror that catches my eye. I stand up and head to the mirror, that's when I notice it has a tiny crack, just like the one in my room back at home. I can't help but smile at the coincidence and get back to sleep.

That was probably meaningless but I found it fascinating.

I close my eyes once again, but this time with a smile on my face. I finally feel my eyelids a little heavy and that's when I know I am ready to go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow my mom will come home and everything will go back to normal.

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