Spinning || Josh Brozzesi

three

It's Tuesday and Mom drops me off at home, where I see Grandma's car parked in the driveway.

Inside, I smell something cooking and I hear the television playing some kind of game show. It's loud and I'm used to it because Grandma can't really hear that well, so whenever she watches TV the volume is always turned up to MAX.

I drop my bag by the door and walking across the room to the TV. I the volume down and I then I hear her footsteps from the kitchen.

"Rosie, baby," she calls out. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, Granny!" I call back, loud enough for her to hear.

I make my way into the kitchen and find her standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot.

"Hey, darlin'," she says, smiling over at me.

I smile back, walking over to kiss her cheek.

"What are you making?" I ask her, leaning against the counter next to her.

"Broccoli and cheese soup," she replies.

"It smells good," I tell her.

"Thank you," she says, smiling. "How was you're day?"

"It was okay," I tell her. "I have more work to get done. How was your day?"

"Good," she says. "I went to the store and bought you guys some groceries. Not much. I got you that banana bread you like so much."

"You didn't have to," I tell her, looking over her shoulder and at the counter across the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was a plastic container with six slices of banana bread.

I love this woman.

"I know you love it, so..." she says, shrugging. "You hungry?"

"Not really," I tell her.

She looks up at me.

"Have you eaten anything today? Did you eat lunch?"

"Yeah," I tell her. I did. At least a little.

I ate my fruit and some of my mashed potatoes. Josh gave me a piece of his chocolate chip cookie, which was very nice.

"Okay," she says, nodding. "But you're eating dinner, alright?"

"Yes ma'am," I tell her. "I'll be in my room doing my homework."

I leave the kitchen, grab my backpack from the living room, and make my way down the hall to my room.

My room is not big at all, but it's also not that small. The walls are baby pink, from when I was little. We never got around to repainting it because Dad left. He always promised he'd help me paint it blue. But he never did.

My bed is an old bunk bed my grandma gave to me a few years ago. My cousins would stay over sometimes and they'd cuddle up on the bottom, while I slept on the top. And Bev would sleep on the top while I slept on the bottom because she'd always had this fear of something creeping up on her from underneath the bed. That fear followed her all the way from childhood into now.

I sleep on the top bunk all the time. It's like I'm up on my own little cloud or something. I used to have glow in the dark stars up on my ceiling, but they stopped working. I really should get more.

I turn my lamp on and throw my bag onto my bunk, climbing up after it.

I lick my shoes off and pull my phone out, going straight to my music. I can never decide what to listen to while I'm doing my homework, it honestly takes five minutes for me to choose.