Walking into one of the shops with my grandparents behind me, holding hands, I look around the small bakery, and find a young girl, close to my age, behind the counter.
"Hi! Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Youngst! Is this your granddaughter? The one you were telling me about?" She asks and I furrow my brows.
"Yes, Remington, it is," my grandmother says, and the girl - Remington - waves brightly at me. Another girl soon comes out, and asks what she can help us with, introducing herself as Leigh Ann.
"I was wondering if you were hiring?" I ask hopefully, and Leigh Ann crouches down, coming back up to the counter, and hands me a pen.
"Just fill that out and I'll hand it to the owner if he's ever done baking," she laughs a little and walks back behind the wall, and and I begin to fill out the form. Prior experience? Three references?
I leave them blank, I have no prior experience, and no idea what people I could have reference me.
"Uh... no prior job experience isn't an option..." I say, defeated, and my grandmother laughs a little.
"Giana, just leave it - is that what I think it is?" She asks, pointing to the small sun on my wrist, and I nod silently, continuing to fill out the form.
I take the paper up to Remington and she smiles at me as I hand it to her.
"My brother will call you in a few days and let you know if you get the job," she says, and I turn towards my grandmother, who smiles at me, and we exit.
"Giana, let's head out for lunch," my grandpa suggests and I nod at him.
"Okay," I say.
I'm an easygoing person, it doesn't matter what goes on to me. I can be stubborn and hard headed when I need to be, but more often than not, I try my best to please people.
"You know," my grandfather says, "this is a second chance for us, Giana. I just want to thank you for giving us the opportunity."
"A second chance?" I ask, confused by the meaning.
"We failed with your mother, this is just a second chance for us to make it right," he says, clarifying and I stop in my tracks, shaking my head.
"You don't need a second chance, it's her that's that problem, not you two," I tell them and the both hug me.
We eat lunch at a diner, and I have grilled cheese, while my grandfather has a cheeseburger, and my grandmother has a BLT.
We all make small conversation and I listen to them talk about how they first met, when my grandfather moved in across the street, and then the went to school together. He had a job at his mother's wedding dress store, and my grandmother was engaged to be married to a stranger. So together, they fell in love, and came up with a plan. They would run off, and elope in Apache, hiding away from Oklahoma City.
They got married and then spent their honeymoon figuring out what to do with their lives. My grandmother decided to go back to school and become a teacher, while my grandfather decided to open up a new shoe store around town, and to this day he still owns it.
After my grandmother retired, they spent their time running the shop, and they still run it together, with no one else's help, to this day.
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The Forbidden
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