Better than great.
"We're home!" My father says as I sit on the couch while everyone else packs their bags for the ride home.
"Hello! We're coming down!" Grandma said as I her her soft footsteps come down the stairs.
"Hello, Mother." My own mom says as she walks in the house, her voice flat and unhappy.
One thing I like the most about when grandma comes is that my mom doesn't put on her fake cheery voice, she uses her real flat and unhappy voice.
My father's voice on the other hand always sounds deep and cheery and when he is angry it is terrifying. Luckily it's not like often.
"We're going to go and do a little unpacking and be right back to see you off." My father says and I know it's because my mother doesn't want to talk; for once.
Usually my mother does all the talking and my father stays silent, so it's a nice temporary change.
"Alright, take your time."
That's grandma talk for stay away.
"So how was the manipulated stuff? Was it great?" Grandma asks as she sits down next to me.
"It was more than great." I tell her and she knows I mean it.
"Not another Asia repeat?"
She refers to the one year my father's sister got me an Asia poster and had a break down when she realized that I could never see the poster, so it made it a virtually useless gift.
My birthday was severely delayed because she had locked herself in the bathroom and my parents plus my father's family all tried to get her out.
Despite Grandma and Grandpa Reid's psychology background, they were told to leave, but they took me with them instead.
The three of us went out for ice cream and when I got back no one seemed to notice I was gone and that was fine because it was easier to slip into my room without any complaints from anyone.
"Never. Although I feel another Asia moment coming on." I say and she laughs.
"Well I really hope not or at least I hope I'm there so I can get a laugh." She says and I laugh this time.
Sitting with her was perfect, peaceful, and lovely.
Grandma says PPL is how you know you've had a good time.
PPL accomplished.
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