Family Secret

Grandma’s room was dark. The heavy curtains were pulled tight over the windows, and even with the door open, not much light filtered to her bed. It was a bit creepy to walk in and here her raspy breathing. For a moment, I was reminded of that fairy tale where the girl walks into her grandmother’s house only to find that grandmother has been eaten by none other than the Big Bad Wolf. I remembered Grandma singing that song the other day, and even though that was from a different fairy tale, it seemed fitting.