Grandma's Room


We never slept in here without Grandma, and since she died we did not want to sleep in here now, but Mama said the bed in the other room is too little for me and Richard to sleep in. She is sleeping in that bed, and Daddy is sleeping on the couch in the living room. We had to come down here because of Grandma’s funeral. She was Daddy’s mama, but Aunt Chloe who lives in Chicago with us raised him.

Aunt Chloe didn’t come down here with us. She said road trips were way behind her. Me and Richard like road trips because of the snacks and seeing cows and horses and other stuff out of the car windows. Daddy calls Aunt Chloe ‘Mama’ instead of calling Grandma ‘Mama.’ He called Grandma Ma’am.

Aunt Chloe is me and Richard’s favorite aunt, and that includes both sides of the family. Aunt Chloe is the best. She lives downtown, and we get to go over her house for all the free concerts and stuff in the park. Mama says Aunt Chloe can live downtown because she’s rich and has more money than Oprah Winfrey.

“Do you hear that?” my little brother asks.

“Yeah, I hear it.”

I heard it a while ago, but I was hoping he didn’t hear it because one strange sound in Grandma’s house leads my scary cat little brother to a hundred questions especially with the funeral and stuff. Everything is scaring him. He is five years old, and he thinks that dying is like catching a cold, and he wants to make sure him, me, Daddy, and Mama do not do anything that causes us to die like Grandma. I keep telling him Grandma died because she was sick for so long not because she did something, but he is just a little kid so he does not understand.





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