Grandma Drawing Novels & Stories

The next morning, after a head examination confirmed I was fine, I was discharged from the hospital. Henry and Esther came to pick me up together. "It's Grandma's birthday today. Have you prepared a gift?" Esther reminded me in the car. "Grandma likes painting. I bought a watercolor by the artist Lian Yang." I remembered Grandma saying at an exhibition that she liked this artist's work, praising her bold use of color that gave watercolors an intensity rivaling oil paintings.

"Three pieces already. And the night is young. That drawing of you at the diner? Some woman offered five hundred dollars." Five hundred dollars. For a drawing of me eating pie. "I cannot believe this," I said. "Believe it. Your boy is about to be famous. Or at least successfully employed." My mother could not come. She was working. But she sent flowers. A huge bouquet of sunflowers delivered to the gallery with a note. So proud of you both. Love, Mama. My grandmother called before the opening. "I am praying for you, baby. And for Eli. Tell him his drawings are a gift from God."

I didn't even know she can draw. "What's this rubbish?" I asked. "Since we don't have any picture together. I decided to give you a drawing of us, grandma said that's a good idea. So, I drew us together." I laughed, "Thanks but this garbage belong to this," and rip off the paper into pieces. Which made her shocked. Then, I throw it like a confetti. She looked at the pieces of papers falling to the floor, but what she did next made me laughed even more.

I had never had such a grand feast. "The braised ribs are delicious, Mom! Serve some to your grandmother, Ash." "Eat more, Grandma. The crabs arrived this morning. They're very fresh!" Grandma, who was supposed to be suffering from dementia, sat steadily at the head of the dining table. She was holding a juicy crab leg, and her lips were covered in grease. Uncle Daniel peeled crab for her while my aunt, Molly Franklin, piled the crab meat on her plate. Meanwhile, Ashton was scrolling through his phone while chewing on a braised rib.

Then she said, "I am also going to draw something. A picture of a design. Just a veey simple one. And I am going to say that this is what Grandmother Mirada made. So they can see that she was a real person and not just a name." I looked at her. "That is a beautiful idea," I said. "I know," she said, without any false modesty whatsoever. "I thought of it just now." And then she went to join her brother on the grass. * * * * * * * * * ELIJAH'S POV: I sat on the bench after both children had gone back to the grass and I watched Hannah watch them and I thought about everything that was happening.

Grandma Moore examined the painting and said, “This old rag?” She furrowed her brow in thought. “I can’t quite remember. I think it was already here when my great-grandfather had it. It’s always been used as a shoe mat, so I never paid much attention to it.” Lucius took a deep breath and earnestly looked at Grandma Moore. “Grandma, will you sell me this painting?” Grandma Moore was momentarily taken aback but then smiled, revealing her gap-toothed grin. “You silly child, you’re so excited over an old rag. If you want it, I will just give it to you.”

"I saw this really beautiful hallway on the internet and I kind of like the same design, Elowen. Here, let me show you." She showed me her phone and I found it adorable how she's not an expert in using it. She showed me the acrylic paintings she wanted. "Uhm, will it be too much if I ask you to paint one for grandma? I want one with me, the king, my husband and our other children. But some of them are no longer here. Is that possible, dear?" "Of course, grandma," I agreed without thinking twice. "I will do it for you. Just tell me what you want it to look like."

"Alone. I wanted to show Grandpa my drawing. Too bad he fell asleep. Do old people like to sleep during the day?" She blinked her eyes, instantly remembering her Grandpa. "I don't know why old people like to sleep during the day, but I hope your grandpa wakes up soon so you can show him your drawing. You draw very well, Dear." "Really?" The child looked up with sparkling eyes. She stroked his hair gently, "Yes, your drawings are very beautiful." "I still have some drawings that I left on my bike. Do you want to see?" She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, show me."

“Don’t cry.” I smiled weakly and knelt to her level. “I’m okay. But thank you for defending me.” She nodded. “Let’s make something nice for Grandma. Something that will make her heart happy.” We spent the next hour working together. I pulled out some colored paper, glue, ribbon, and markers. Lily drew little hearts and flowers and wrote “Get Well Soon Grandma” in big crooked letters. I cut out shapes and added some gentle watercolor flowers. “It’s perfect,” I said, holding the card up to the light.

Grandma turned around in her seat to watch Enzo and Grandpa make their way toward us. “Ugh, finally.” Grandma said, catching their attention, “What took you so long?” “A good game.” Grandpa said, coming straight to me. Or rather, toward Emmy. “What’s my little girl doing? Did you paint your face with strawberries, dear?” Before his hands could reach her, they were slapped away by Grandma. “Wash your hands first. So dirty.” She said, scrunching up her nose.