My Grandmother Novels & Stories

I think she might actually have put off doing somethings around the house just to find something for me to do. On the first day,we spent it travelling upcountry to see my grandmother.I have not seen that woman for a very long time.My granny is the sweetest woman alive what with her coddling.She never seems to be satisfied with how I look and keeps complaining about how slim I always seem.She then goes ahead to berate my mother about how she is not feeding me enough and she needs to get more ‘strong foods’ for me.Suffice to stay,I’m always stuffing myself while at her place.

I smile at her. "I'm sorry, back when your grandmother was alive, travelling between packs was allowed. She came here many times." I nod at her. "I understand. It's nice to meet someone who knew her." Saying goodbye, I walk again with Orion. "Your grandmother?" He looks at me. "My mum's mother, she was killed when my mum was a baby. So she would be talking about over forty years ago now." The woman was in her eighties at least. So I'm assuming around the age my grandmother would be?

"Ciara," I looked up as Grandmother Grace walked into the room practically dragging her body. Since Gramps fell ill, her health hasn't been in tip-top shape either. She acts strong but she's just fighting to be strong. I send her a soft smile as I mop Gramps's body with the cloth.

said Moira's uncle, interrupting her thoughts about their new neighbors. Moira turned and looked at her uncle with a furrowed brow. "So? Is there something important?" "It's about Grandma's birthday," he whispered. "No need to whisper, I've heard it many times. You kids are so naughty. I told you not to surprise this old woman. I'm too old to blow out candles and open big presents," her grandmother replied, while sitting in her rocking chair knitting. "But, Mom. Seventy years old is a blessing. Not many people can reach that age with wisdom and generosity like yours," said Tamara, Moira's aunt, chiming in.

I stepped closer to introduce them properly. " Kids, this is Christina Carter, Ellis' grandmother and your great-grandmother," I told them. " I'm your grandmother," Added CC. They exchanged pleasantries, but I could tell they had questions. " Ask," I smiled at my kids. " But you're our father's grandmother. Why do you say you're our grandmother, too?" Cayden asked. " Well, CC hates getting old, and I think she'll feel younger this way. Imagine how ancient she'll feel if you call her great-grandmother," It was Melody who answered with a laugh. CC glared at Melody playfully,

I owed it to her and I felt good about it. "What the hell are you making girl." My grandmother says from behind me. I got so lost in thought that I'm burning the damn salmon. Again. What is with me and Salmon? I jump and turn the fire off and when I turn around to glare at my grandmother, I laugh my ass off instead. She is wearing another of her famous moo moo's but this one says old people do it better. I really must find out where she gets these things from. "I was making some smoked salmon but apparently that went down the drain."

I should visit them again soon. "What about you?" I asked, returning the question. "I only have one grandma left. She’s about 90 years old." She smiled widely as she spoke. "And she’s hilarious! Well, at least, I think so. She’s a grumpy lady. Most of the time, she just sits at home and insults everyone around her—us, our relatives, people on TV, or even strangers who pass by the window. But she does it in such a funny way. She uses these old-fashioned words and comes up with the funniest phrases!"

She would stand at the edge and peer in, smiling and chattering in the dark night. I never went outside to see what she was doing on those nights, but I always imagined someday I would ask her and she'd tell me something equally as ridiculous as all the other old wives tales she tried to convince me of. The memory of all her peculiar ways brought a fresh wave of grief washing over me. My grandmother passed away when I was a teenager, leaving her little cottage in the mountains to my mother. My mother rented the cabin out until the day she died. I hadn't realized she'd been saving up the money for me when she decided the time was right.

I began to remember how Xairo and I broke a lot of his grandmother's figurines back then. "Zac, it was good to see you here. Visit us much often, okay?" Grandma put a cup of rice on my plate. She gave me a genial smile that made me able to see the wrinkles at the end of her lash line, signifying her age. She looked beautiful with it. She was treated me like her own grandson. I found a real grandmother in her.

Natalia Holden – my socialite grandmother that became estranged during my teen years after my grandfather died. What the hell was going on?