They say that the silent ones have the loudest minds.
After pleading guilty to assault and grand theft auto chargers, Evangeline Sanders is sentenced to two and a half years in a Juvenile prison. Upon her release, Eva is put in the custody of her g...
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I walk down the sidewalk with a smile. I have been in San Francisco for three weeks and I can honestly say that I'm starting to like it here. The people are a little hyperactive and talkative, something that I'm not used to at all, but I think that ultimately I like them.
I slid my house key into the door slot before twisting and pushing the door open. I enter the house before shutting the door behind me. I walk through the house to see no one. Usually, I find someone waiting for me either in the kitchen or by the living room. Not this time.
"Anyone home?" I call out to have no answer.
I walk through the hallway where I find the door to grandparents room open for the first time since I've been here.
Are they sleeping?
I slowly walk into their bedroom with caution. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sticky notes that have been placed around the entire room.
What the hell?
I slowly walk towards the king-sized bed. I sit on the edge where I look straight ahead to find a dresser, with a large mirror. I see sticky notes, different from all the others. They are bright yellow and significantly larger than the others.
I furrow my brows as walking towards the notes, reading them from far.
'You're in your bedroom Stella'
It was written in my grandmother's handwriting. Beside the note, was a picture of my grandmother, grandfather, mother, and aunt. There was a note stating 'Stella's family'. Again written in my grandmother's handwriting.
I find further notes such as 'diary is in a first dresser drawer, write an entry, dusk, noon, and Dawn'.
What is happening? Why does my grandmother have so many notes addressed to herself? I hear footsteps behind me. My heart rate increases quickly as I slowly turn around.
"Evangeline" my grandmother smiles sweetly from under the door frame as my grandfather stands behind her with a clenched jaw.
"What the hell is all this?" I cry as throwing my hands in the air.
"Stella, take the groceries into the kitchen," my grandfather tells his wife as he gives her the brown paper bag.
She nods before walking away. My grandfather enters his bedroom before shutting the door behind him.
"What's going on?" I repeat frantically "what is all this?"
"Your grandmother is very unwell" he announces.
"Unwell?" I furrow my brows.
What does he mean by unwell? What illness requires all this?
"She has stage four Alzheimer's disease"
I take a step back before widening my eyes. "What?" I gasp.
"I didn't want to concern you" he looks down.
No. No. No. I would know. I've been living with her for weeks now. I would know if she had Alzheimer's.
"But she seems fine," I tell him.
"Yes she does" he agrees "with god knows how many notes filled with reminders pinned to every inch of every wall, and me in her ear reminding her who she is every second of every day, but I can assure you, Evangeline, your grandmother is not"
"She's fine" I shake my head as pushing past my grandfather to exit the room.
I enter the kitchen where I find my grandmother observing a tomato as she had never seen one before. "Oh, Caroline" she smiles at me "would you like some tea?"
My heart sinks. Caroline was my mother's name, I haven't heard that name in years.
"Caroline?" I raise my brows as I find the shopping bags on the floor, with groceries scattered everywhere "no I'm Caroline's daughter"
"Oh of course" she chuckles "sorry Trisha"
I furrow my brows as taking a step back, over the breadsticks, "Evangeline" I correct her.
"Of course" Grandma smiles, "take this to your father dear" she hands me a single tomato.
I shake my head violently as chucking the tomato onto the kitchen table. Turning my head, I find my grandfather standing by the fridge, just observing our interaction. I push past him in fear and fury before going to my room.
How could they keep this from me? My grandmother Stella has stage four Alzheimer's disease for fuck sake. I pull out my cell phone and begin googling the condition.
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Words such as no cure, moderate mental decline, severe mental decline, terminal illness, and requires assistance with daily activities, all stuck out to me.
I shake my head violently in disbelief.
No fears. No tears.
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A/N
Alzheimer's disease (AKA Senile Dementia) is a progressive disease that damages the brain - which impairs important mental functions such as the memory and can cause other cognitive impairment.
This disease affects everyone differently so the character in this story may have a different experience to you or someone that you may know.
