Melody has a problem. It's her grandmother. She thinks she hates her, but a wish could change it all. If Melody has the strength to search for answers.


7. Mom

When I got home Mom greeted me at the door.  The sun was making all sorts of oranges in the sky as it slowly got darker.

“Sorry for yelling at you,” I apologised burying my head on my Mom’s hip.  Unlike me and my short Grandma she is tall.  

“I know, I know,” she whispered stroking my head.

When I pulled away I saw Mom crying.

“I love you,” I said softly.

My Aunt came into the entryway and said, “Joy go and drink some water right now, then go to bed”.

I did as I was told.  I had no protest, that was exactly what I felt like doing.


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