Ida's P.O.V
"No way!" I laugh. "I tried to tell her many times to stop watching those no good scary movies but she never listened" Grandma shakes her head.
"Wait so when did she over come her fear?" My head on her lap, I look up at her curious.
She takes a moment to think. "It wasn't till seventh grade I believe" Wide-eyed my mouth falls agape. Grandma chuckles with her messy self.
"Wow, so you had to stay by the door everytime she needed to go till she was in seventh grade??"
"Mhm" She nods. "It was so exhausting. If it wasn't me she was waking up in the middle of every night It'd be Papa or Rajad"
So mom was a scary one huh?
I remember one day I was about 5 or 6, I asked for a night light and she straight up told me no. I had to sleep by myself in the dark. Even if I was scared.
Mama on the other hand was a little more generous and at least waited for me to fall asleep before turning the lights off and closing the door.
"You'd think she'd know how wild your imagination can run as a child and have some empathy for her kids but nope" I throw my hands in the air.
"I'm sure she had your best interests at heart. I was a little too strict and tough on your mother growing up, I regret many things I've said and done in the past, even now I have to watch my tongue, but it's a learning process...I see her doing the same with you and Zi, it's just tough love baby. You gotta learn to cope" Grandma smiles. I shrug looking down at my nails.
"Grandma?"
"Mmm" She hums removing a strand of hair from my face.
"When momma was my age, did you let her go to parties?"
"Why you ask?" She questions.
I frown. "Cause I'm not allowed to go to parties and I don't think it's fair, I feel left out from my age group"
"Good, stick to your books. Parties are distracting, you shouldn't be focused on that or what the people your age are doing" I suck my teeth. "You don't understand"
"What am I not understanding Ida?" She looks me in the eye.
"And to answer your question. No, I didn't allow her to go to parties...but you're mother" She shakes her head in the negative. "She was a sneaky one that girl" I laugh. No doubt in that.
"No but seriously grandma. Sometimes I just wish they'd let me live a little. I mean I'm almost 18, I need to experience life on my own and make mistakes along the way. That's how people grow. Am I wrong?" Grandma looks down at me while stroking my hair.
"You're right, but you have to keep in mind that some things are just hard to let go. You're still their baby and they just want to protect you...also keep in mind that they're not mind readers, if that's how you feel than speak on it" I nod taking in her advice.
I love my grandma because we can talk for hours upon hours about anything. She's honest and blunt with me as I am with her.
She's literally my second bestfriend. "I guess I never thought of it that way" I sit up and sigh to myself.
Before she could speak the door unlocks. In rushes Zisel and my parents following behind. "No running Zi, at least put away your things first and greet grandma" Mama says.
"Nana's here?!!" I can hear her loud ass footsteps run around the house in search for grandma.
Grandma laughs. "Yes ma'am, where's my little Zizi?" When Zisel peeps her head through the living room her eyes lit up.
