Running away

(Shania)

My grandparents' house was the place where I grew up. I recalled the many times we visited when my dad was alive. I had my cute room decorated just how I wanted. Not only that, but I was the only granddaughter they had because my dad was the only child my grandparents had. When he died. They were heartbroken because my dad's death was unexpected, but we learned and accepted his death, no matter how hard it was for us

“Hmm, granny this is delicious…did grandpa taste this,” his delicious breakfast hit a spot. One thing anyone would love, my granny, knew just how to cheer me up

“Silly girl…you've been so busy, you can't even take care of yourself…now eat up, will you?” Granny coaxed as she shoved more food on my plate. She wasn't wrong, if not for Isabella I would have probably starved to death

“So…when am I…meeting him?” Granny asked after some time. I glanced up at her, not sure what she was talking about. Her facial expression made me realize exactly what she was getting at

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