𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆
It's Monday morning seven past thirty.
"Are you getting ready, sweetie."
"Stop calling me sweetie, mom. I have a name," I complain.
"Ok! Sand-ieee" mom drawls.
"What's with your eye?" grandma asks her.
My grandma is rocking in the chair across the kitchen and crocheting a small pouch. She is a hard-of-hearing and has a hearing aid in her ear.
I giggle and my mom mouths 'hearing aid' to her mother who then realizes that she is not wearing her hearing aid and fits in.
My mom and dad are a light-hearted couple. They treat me as a child and never agrees I'm nineteen years old. But I don't give way to their pampering and I'm always responsible.
I drag a chair to the countertop and dig in my breakfast. It's a yummy lasagna. My mom, Helen Morgan always cooks scrumptious meal and is worth devouring.
"How was your garage sale?" she asks.
"Well, it went well. In fact, we have pooled in a lot of money."
"That's good to hear. How is Benny doing?"
"Yeah. He's fine."
I now stand up and get my jacket hung on the back of the chair. I bid goodbye to grandma and move out.
YOU ARE READING
A Big Dream
General FictionSander Morgan (Sandy) is a dreamer of something special. He has no wishes other than fulfilling his own dream. His childhood friend, Tassy comes back to his life after a long time. She likes to become a curator out of no choice. Being reckless at wo...
