Chapter 10: The gift

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My grandmother's birthday get together is in a week and a half. I already know what to get her for a gift. It will be a high quality picture of my mom. I chooses my grandma's favorite picture of my mom when she was starting her first day of school. My mom had a big smile and she was wearing overalls and carrying her books. The picture was taken by a old type of camera. I wanted to renew it in a HQ photo scanner to print a new photo. And  then buy a picture frame.

On Friday I went after work I did what I planned to do. I also bought wrapping paper from the Food Market. Before getting home I done the wrapping.

I got home and Stacy was saying her goodbyes to my grandma. Before she left, She talked to me about taking my grandma tomorrow afternoon to see her friend at the hospital. "That sounds great. She does need that time to catch up on her friend." I said. "Yeah so I'll be picking her up around 12pm tomorrow. Do you want to come with?", she asked. "No i can't really. I'm gonna use that time to help with some laundry and resting." I said. It's not that I don't like my grandma's friends, it just that I'm tired of hospitals and seeing others dying in there beds. "Ok, I'll text you when I'm on the way." She informed me. "Ok I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." I said. "Bye Melanie." She said.

I turned my attention on my grandma. I had the gift in my bag and wanted to hide it in my room until the get together. So I waited till I put my grandma to sleep.

When she finally was into bed. I was getting to bed, My phone vibrated on my night stand. I took a quick look like it and it was a message from James.

James: Goodnight, little missy Melanie. Sweet dreams.

Me: Goodnight James. 🙂

After texting him. I assumed he was home. So I got out of bed and took a peek outside the window. To see if I could see his handsome face.

When I looked out I didn't see his car. So I looked at the window across from my window and it was pitch black inside. Maybe he still working. I didn't want to ask if he was home. I'm not with him and I don't want him to think I want to know his business. Maybe he possibly with someone. Maybe someone he likes. I didn't want to know about it. I feel jealous is rising, but I shouldn't be. He is half my age and I'm pretty sure he can have someone his age.

I didn't bother to asked because I'm not supposed to. Either it's asking if he is home or asking where he is at?. It's not my business. So I went straight to sleep. Till the next morning.

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