Me and my grandma

Every summer, I spent my vacation at my grandmother's place. She lived near the beach, where friendly dolphins and graceful humpbacks swam. Grandma's house was painted autumn leaf and surrounded by lily-white fences. It was an old house, a gingerbread house. Grandpa inherited it from his father and now that grandpa had gone home to God, grandma lived by herself. It was a five-hour drive. I occasionally stopped to grab some food from the convenience …

…flushed cheeks. Finally, I heard grandma speak again but this time her voice was no longer hoarse but soft and young, as she turned her head towards the water. "It's about time, Ned." Grandma whispered as she slowly closed her eyes. I held grandma in my arms for a while, thinking how happy she was when her time was finally over. I just know how glad grandma was when grandpa finally came back for her.