Small Shop from Grandmother

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"Gyles-!" An hoarse voice yelled out but cut off by a terrible cough.A frail body laid in the big bed. Her gray,short and thin hair tied into a small bun that was about to fall apart onto the pillow.The bed sat in the middle of the room with the headboard against the pale green walls. Across from that wall to the far left corner was a brown door, besides the door was a light brown dresser. Yellow and lilac colors put together,goldenrods with few lavenders,were stuffed in to a tall vase of an egg white color. Picture frames hung from the walls, smiling faces of family members were held within the frames. The room had a warm homey feeling to most people that walk in. The wooden door lead out to a hallway with dull tan colored walls. A male made his way to the first door where the strained voice came from. The blonde boy open the door to see his grandmother in her bed reaching out for something.

"Jojo,you called for me?" The dirty blonde young male poked his head into the room before stepping in completely.

"Gyles,can you help me up to the wheelchair" She lean forward as hard as she could but only made it up two inches off the mattress. She had her hand stretched out the wheelchair that stayed by the end of her bed but this time to far from her reach. Gyles,name of the young male,walked over to the wheelchair.

"Of course Jojo,what can you do with out me?" That was taken as a joke but it really did have a lot of meaning to it also. She couldn't do much in her age but she still wanted to get up and be active,do what she still can do at least. But they still laughed until one ended short with another terrible coughing fit. Gyles pushed the wheelchair over to her side with enough room for himself. He removed the blankets from on top of her, took the lady's hold of the arm as she move her legs over the side of the bed.Gyles helped her stand on her two legs for a second before she placed her butt on the wheelchair seat. She shuffled around in the plastic seat to get comfortable as Gyles went behind the wheelchair and grab the handles.He pushed them out from the side of the bed to the still open door then into the hallway.

"Do you need to stop at the restroom before we go to the kitchen?" The bathroom door was painted white as if it was to differentiate the two rooms. It was at the end of the small hallway on the right while the two other brown doors besides the white.

"No one simply wakes up without needing to going to the restroom.So yes,let's stop at the restroom."

"Ok,ok I got it." Gyles position the wheelchair to the left,small squeaks emits from the hard plastic against the wooden floors. Near the door at the end of the tan halls was a window. The barrier around the window pane was also painted white with light,see through brown curtains. The young male stop the wheelchair in front of the wall besides the door,he opened the door to a white and black bathroom. Then pushed the wheelchair the rest of the way in to the bathroom room before backing out with the door closing behind him. Jojo insisted that she could use the restroom by herself,or as she said 'The last thing she can do by herself as a normal person.'

Afterwards,the pair made their way to the stairs,dark brown wood descending to the lower part of the house. Once the two got pass the stairs without being hurt,they entered a kitchen. The light gray tiles of the floor of the kitchen made the ride slightly bumpy.The counter tops,white marble that sat on top of the black wood.The grandmother took the wheels in her frail pale hands before making her way to the counters. She usually did most of the cooking and some of the the watering for the plants.Gyles was there to look after the place and to help run it until...he didn't want to believe that his only grandparent that is still alive,will have to leave soon. But it has to come sooner or la-

"Gyles,honey,can you reach the bowls up there"His grandmother's voice called out for him. Her hand reached upwards with one boney pointing a cabinet.

"Sure,I'll get it. But how and why do you keep putting it up there?"

"I don't really remember if I put it up there,are you sure you didn't do it."

"I'm pretty sure that I didn't do it" he placed a hand on his chest as his last grandmother looked at him. "Are you sure you don't have superpowers?" He turned to her as he squinted at her in question. They carry on looking at each other before breaking down with laughter. They are glad that they can still have a relationship, laughing, have fun with jokes and small games. They are family,they need each other.