August 28, 2018
Bella
I'd never thought I'd be living in the wettest city in America, or that I'd be abandoning the lush life in Hawaii for a small home with my grandparents.
My parents passed away over the summer in a car accident, so I was forced to move from Oahu, to Orono, Maine with an elderly couple I've never met.
Their attempts to get to know me fell flat as I ignored every word they said; it's not that I don't like them, or enjoy being around my grandparents, it's just so surreal.
I'm going to have to start school in a foreign town in a foreign country, with foreign people.
"Hunny- did you finish unpacking?" My grandmother's Norwegian accent was thick and still relevant from her childhood. I solemnly nodded, my mother used to tell me I over thought things I could really use her famous words of wisdom right now.
"Ma-ma, there's someone at the door"- I found it cute that my grandfather called my grandmother ma-ma.
Countless times I've been told their love story at bedtime, and it was quite humbling to see it play out before my eyes.
I paced down stairs, almost slipping,
my grandparents had this weird hard wood flooring.
The smell of fresh herbs rose and danced it's way into my nose, the window was open and a plump cherry pie was resting on the sill, steam lifting.
"Ma-ma made spaghett" grandfather beamed, my mouth twitched.
I sat down on my side of the oak-wood table and unwrapped the silver fork from the floral print table cloth.
POP ETC
SPEAK UP
