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Helping Grandma

For as long as I can remember, my grandmother Linda has always been stubborn. This has only become more apparent the older she's got. She lives in a house with 3 sets of stairs, one to the garage, one to the bedrooms upstairs, and one to the basement. The older she's gotten, the more my parents worry about her possibly falling down the stairs, and due to her stubbornness growing, she refuses to receive help, not to mention how she loses her composure whenever "a home" is brought up.

This all changed when she did fall. It wasn't bad, however. She gained a few bruises and scrapes but nothing serious. This is where I come in.

After her fall, she caved and accepted help from my parents. However, she didn't want just any person coming to help her. I was the youngest of all my siblings, and because of that, I was chosen and wasn't given an option.

I had just finished my freshman year of college and didn't have any plans for the summer. Looking back on it, it kind of sounded nice, living with a person who wasn't a parent of mine. I just put up a little resistance because how much fun can someone really have with someone so old?

After over an hour of discussing it with my parents, I finally said yes. I'd leave to be with my grandmother for the summer. I packed all my things up and took the five-hour drive over to my grandmother's house in Iowa.

It was the early evening when I arrived at her house. I pulled up in her driveway and she met me with a hug a few seconds ...

... after I got out of my car.

"Good Lord boy, you have gotten big! How long has it been?" She said, still hugging me.

"The last time I saw you was when I was a sophomore in high school, grandma," I said.

"Well, you have gotten so much bigger! It seems that you young men get bigger every day. Do you need any help with your bags?" She asked.

"I don't need any help, and plus, I wouldn't want you to get any more hurt, Grandma," I said.

"You sound like your father Johnny. I can handle a lot. " She said stubbornly.

I reluctantly let her help me with my bags. Always ready to catch her in case something happened. She led me to a guest room at the opposite end of the hall as hers.

"Here you go kiddo, this is where you'll be staying." She said while putting down a bag of mine.

"Thank you, grandma. I'll get some of my things settled before dinner." I said.

"Very well then, I'll let you know when the shepherd's pie is finished." She said before leaving the room.

I dealt with all my clothes, organizing them in the drawers in the room before I heard her calling me.

"Dinner is served. I know how you always like my shepherd's pie, Johnny." She said as I sat at the table.

"It's only time where I can enjoy sweet potato, grandma," I said.

"That's the only thing you're picky about, isn't it? It's a good thing I can make a dish so good with something you don't like." She paused, "It's been a long time since I've been in this house with only one other person Johnny. ...