When I was five years old, and my brother was three, our parents had told us that our grandma had died. I don't remember going to a funeral, like a lot of people do when somebody they know dies.
Actually, my brother and I don't like to consider her as "dead," because she's up in the attic, and we still play up in the attic. Sometimes she'll watch, sometimes we include her.
Well, it's mainly my brother that plays with her now. I'm now 12 years old and trying to focus on my dancing. I've thought about turning the attic into a dance studio where I can practice, but that would mean moving grandma. I'll have to think about it.
Every time I bring it up, my brother gets absolutely horrified. "No! No you can't move grandma," he'd say. "Grandma told me not to untie her or bad things will happen," was always his response. That's all he ever said about the topic. He's just a kid, he's got a wild imagination.
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Don't Untie Grandma
HorrorEver since I was young I had wondered why we keep my grandma tied up in the attic. Why didn't we just have a funeral and put her in a coffin like a normal family? I never understood. All I know is, my little brother and I are always told not to unti...
