Grandparents
Visiting the Grandparents’
BEEP BEEP BEEP the code was accepted and the garage door opened. All five of us walk up to the door take our shoes off, making sure we have our clean socks on. We tiptoe through the beautiful brick house, trying not to ruin the surprise. Through the washing room, through the hallway, and through the kitchen we go to find grandma drinking her cup of coffee, and grandpa reading his newspaper out loud for grandma to hear. They jump out of their chairs thrilled to see us. They hug each one of us and give us bunches of kisses. No matter how old my great grandfather gets, he still feels like he has to pick me up even though I insist that he stop. We all go in the living room and sit in our usual spots me, and my little brother on the floor where grandma has set two pillows especially just for us down there. My mom, dad, and older brother sit on the couch, facing the grandparents’. Grandma always sets a big bucket of candy by the fireplace for us. For the first few hours that we are there, we all just sit around and talk about what has been going on in life since the last time we were there. For nineteen years now, we go and visit the grandparents’ about two to three times a year. Each time never telling them when we are coming, we just surprise them every time; they get a kick out of it. We wish we could see them more often, but with our very busy schedules it makes it difficult. We have tried to get them to Rockport right next door to us, which is about three hours where they live now, so we
can help them and take care of them. But they insist that it would be too much of a hassle to find new doctors because grandma is very picky on who she and grandpa see. It took them years to get the doctors they have now.
Grandma has back problems, gets migraines, and takes every pill in the book. She has had breast cancer and fought through it very well. Grandpa is a strong ole’ guy and fights through his pains like a champ and never complains.
BEEP BEEP BEEP the code was accepted and the garage door opened. All five of us walk up to the door take our shoes off, making sure we have our clean socks on. We tiptoe through the beautiful brick house, trying not to ruin the surprise. Through the washing room, through the hallway, and through the kitchen we go to find grandma drinking her cup of coffee, and grandpa reading his newspaper out loud for grandma to hear. They jump out of their chairs thrilled to see us. They hug each one of us and give us bunches of kisses. No matter how old my great grandfather gets, he still feels like he has to pick me up even though I insist that he stop. We all go in the living room and sit in our usual spots me, and my little brother on the floor where grandma has set two pillows especially just for us down there. My mom, dad, and older brother sit on the couch, facing the grandparents’. Grandma always sets a big bucket of candy by the fireplace for us. For the first few hours that we are there, we all just sit around and talk about what has been going on in life since the last time we were there. For nineteen years now, we go and visit the grandparents’ about two to three times a year. Each time never telling them when we are coming, we just surprise them every time; they get a kick out of it. We wish we could see them more often, but with our very busy schedules it makes it difficult. We have tried to get them to Rockport right next door to us, which is about three hours where they live now, so we
can help them and take care of them. But they insist that it would be too much of a hassle to find new doctors because grandma is very picky on who she and grandpa see. It took them years to get the doctors they have now.
Grandma has back problems, gets migraines, and takes every pill in the book. She has had breast cancer and fought through it very well. Grandpa is a strong ole’ guy and fights through his pains like a champ and never complains.