Grandma, I Love You

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A spoiled little boy that learned a lesson when he was sent to live with his grandmother in a small town.

I was an ignorant six year back then; living in Chicago. I guess I could be titled, “A spoiled child.” I receive just about everything that my eyes laid upon, and things were mostly completed in my way. I never really understood the true meaning of love until the time I was sent to live with my grandmother in Melrose, a rural place in Tennessee. My parents worked together, and both received a letter removing them to Atlanta, Georgia for three months. I begged, cried, bellowed, and used every possible trick as a child, but nothing worked.

Grandma Nancy was deaf, and spoke limited English with thick French accent. She was an extremely obsolete woman. Once arrived, I imitated a smile, and rushed inside without a goodbye to my parents. There was no electricity in the house. The rooms were lit with enormous lanterns or candles, and every window was opened.
Each day, I’d sit around listening to my ipod, and occupying other items I brought along with me. About a week later, I ran out of things to do, and was insanely insipid. I asked grandma to purchase some toys for me, but she’d always replied, “Sorry, Bobby, the nearest town is 6 miles from here, and I’m too ancient and fragile to travel that far.” I was enraged at my parents for sending me here, and scurried outside to explode my displeasure. I spotted Grandma’s slippers by the elongated curtain that flows like a veil. I lifted it and toss it all the way into the field of crops. I released my vexation by wrecking her shrubs.
I was craving some chicken nuggets one evening, and demanded Grandma for some. Instead of what I wanted, she made chicken soup from the chicken that she raised. I was highly upset and returned to my room with even looking at that garbage. As the night passed, my stomach rumbled louder; roaring like an untamed beast, until I couldn’t stand it much longer. I prowled down to the kitchen and discovered that Grandma hasn’t even touched the chicken soup she prepared, but silently sitting there urging me to eat.
“It got cold for awhile. I knew you were going to be hungry, so I warmed it up for you,” she spoke tenderly.
While devouring this scrumptious meal, a scent of sweetness, home, and warmth surrounds my heart. Tears slowly began rolling down my eyes. Grandma loved me, and was compassionated towards me since the first day I arrived, but I ignored her. I realized just now how foolish and wrong I was to treat my own grandmother the way I did.
“I’m sorry, Grandma. I didn’t mean to be rude to you and ignore your presence. I love you, and hope for another chance to be a good boy,” I sobbed.
“No worries child. I love you too Bobby. Everyone makes mistakes, but when one has regretted their actions or words, they received more wisdom. And Bobby, by apologizing, you’ve just proved that you are a wise person, and you have good morals,” Grandma replied understandingly.
“Thank you, Grandma. Living with you has taught me something I’ve never learned, and I’ll always cherish that knowledge that you gave me.
The last month with Grandma was a great adventure. We explored the rest of this ginormous house, played the enjoyable games that Grandma came up with, and hiking along the hills, but not very far. I would also help her harvest the potatoes, and other crops, which she’d transforms it into a mouthwatering meal. Grandma showed me the little place of her own that no one knew about. It was a hidden garden behind those immense trees that encircles the enchanting prairie. It was a secretive land that only Grandma and I would ever know. The garden was overflowed with rows of amazing blossoms; filled with aromatically irresistible scents. I spent most of my time there for the last two weeks, and enjoyed every moment with Grandma.
The day I’ve been dreading has finally befellen—going home. I didn’t want to leave. I had a marvelous time here. Before parting, Grandma handed me $200, and said delicately,
“These are the cash that your Grandpa Robert left me. I saved it over the years in case of an emergency. I really don’t need it much now. Take it, and buy yourself sweets, toys, or any entertainment they have these days.”
“Thank you, Grandma. I love you, and will always commemorate you in the best of view.”
“Goodbye Bobby. Come back and visit soon!” was the last word I heard from her.
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About a month later, we received a phone call from Melrose Hospital announcing that Grandma passed away serenely in her sleep. At the funeral, even though no one noticed, I could see that radiant smile on her brittle cheek, and I knew instantly that Grandma is in a better place now, watching over me, anonymously guiding me towards the next steps of life, and lighting my paths forward.
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Twenty-One Years later…
To this day, Bobby still has the memories of his grandmother, and the lessons she taught him. He complimented on his sweetheart’s cooking everytime she made chicken soup. Everytime something upset him, he’d immediately think of his grandma, and his heart would soften.  One afternoon, his wife surprised him with the news of an expected child. Bobby was thrilled, and promises himself that he wouldn’t spoil his son the way his parents did him…

Submitted: May 16, 2009

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:) very cute. :)

Sat, May 16th, 2009 3:33pm

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