A N D I L O V E Y O U S O B Y R E I L LY B R A D Y, 1 1
Grandma, I remember so much. I remember holding your hand to cross the strange, diagonal street to the library. I remember trudging up the hill to our favorite breakfast restaurant called Eat n’ Park, which we always made fun of, because shouldn’t you park your car before you eat? I remember sneaking to the neighbor’s backyard only to glance back at the house and see you in the window, making sure I’m safe. I remember how you looked so sad after mom went to the hospital while I mostly felt confused, clutching her teddy bear close to me. I remember just this morning, you texted me a note, saying, “A grandmother always thinks about her grandchildren day and night even if they are not with her and will love them in a way they will never understand.” And that’s when I remembered all the times you’ve taken care of me. Every time I’m sick, you make a couch bed and an ice water. Each time I’m up late doing homework, you’re right there next to me, sometimes falling asleep while you’re quizzing me for a history test. Whenever I’m frustrated with someone, you threaten to go give them a piece of your
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