How I Played Cupid!

Zoe Maria Henderson

The smell of sizzling bacon and pancakes woke me up from my deep slumber. Aah it smells so good. As if on cue my stomach grumbled but I was too lazy to leave the confort of my bed. Yum now its the smell of a yummy cheesy omlette. A smile creeped its way to my lips. Looks like Gran is making me farewell breakfast.

I finally opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep off my eyes. It's 9:30 in the morning. I slept for 6 hours. Works for me. I have gone with 3 hours of sleep in college.

Today will be the last day I stay here with Gran before I go to New york.

After graduating from UCLA I came to my hometown a week ago to spend some time with Gran before I move to NY.

After freshening up I made my way towards the kitchen.

" It smells so good in here Gran", I said while entering the kitchen.

Gran was pouring apple juice in a glass. Gran looks younger than her age of 62. Few gray hairs are scattered randomly on her dirty blonde hair. Her wrinkled face looks radient. Whenever i ask her about the secret to her beauty she would say vegetables and fruits. Bleh! As if that will make me want to eat it.

" Awwn you are up already? I wanted to serve breakfast in bed for you today" she pouted.

" I can always go back to bed and pretend to sleep" I joked.

" Ha-ha very funny Zozo.Now come and sit. I have made your favourite breakfast as it will be your last day here."

" Ugh!! "Grandmother" don't call me Zozo." I scowled at her while sitting on the stool. I hate that name. I don't even know why my parents called me Zozo while I was a kid. Yeah I get that it matches my name. But seriously, Zozo. Eww!!

Once in a while gran calls me Zozo just to annoy me. And in return I call a grandmother instead of gran which she hates.

After adding syrup on the pancakes stack I dug in. The flavours exploded in my mouth and I let out a moan. So delicious.

" This is so good gran, I will miss this" I said while munching on a bacon.

"You say that to every dish I prepare"

"Of cause you are the best cook ever" I know that she loves when people compliment on her culinary skills.

" So why is Mr.Kent not joining us for the breakfast today?" I asked.

Mr.Kent is our next door neighbour who is now my grans boyfriend. Cliche! I know right. But I don't care as long as my gran is happy and not alone. Mr.Kent practically moved in since they both got together over 5years ago.

After my parents death my grandfather and gran drifted apart. She was their only daughter who died young at the age of only 22 on a road accident. It took a toll on their marriage as well.

My parents were high school sweethearts who got married right after graduation. And they had me at the age of 19. We used to live in charlotte which is my fathers hometown. And after their death for almost 10 years I lived in charlotte with my paternal grandparents.

Those 10years are years I don't want to remember. Those years made me feel unworthy, like a burden and a looser who lost her parents. And to top it off I was bullied by my cousins and this made an open invitation to all the middle schoolers to bully me as well and my self confidence dropped to zero.

At the age of 13 my gran came and took me in. She said she had thought that I wasn't treated like how I should be over the years. She noticed the change in my behavior over the years when I spend my summer vacation with her. But I never told her the truth when she asked.