• It may sound weird, but I never knew I had a grandmother before, well at least on my mothers side, I was stroke lately things are just strangely happing to me. But it left me wondering why mom didn't tell me I had a grandmother, did something happened between them, why are we even living with our grandmother anyways if mother likes so much freedom and to run her own shop, that was her dream wasn't it? It just didn't make any sense with me.

    "Well, don't just stand there; let me show you to your rooms." My grandmother said interrupting my thoughts. I looked at my mother once more, she had a displeased look on her face. Grandma started walked up the staircase and we followed behind.

    I still couldn't wrap my head around this a grandmother, then again was it that weird to have a grandmother you knew nothing about, there has to be at least one other person in my shoes right now. As we walked up the spiral staircase, we toke a left, three doors down was my mothers room which was big elegant and had a bathroom on the side, then there was my room 4 doors down, right next to mom's room, painted in rose, it was the same size and was covered with stuffed animals and fluffy things and not really my taste, I just wasn't kind of girl.

    Grandma interrupted my thoughts and announced, “And my room will be over there" pointing to the right of the stair case about 5 doors down. She gave us the tower of the house, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the tea room the guest room , the garden, the bathrooms, and pretty much everywhere. I couldn't believe the house was this huge, do most normal girls go through a phase like this in there life I wondered. Grandma soon left to go visit some friends, which was kind of rude if you ask me. So I headed to my room to unpack my stuff.

    I unpacked my clothes and items. I covered up the girly pictures with band pictures and put the stuff animals to hide in my clothes unattended suitcase. It still didn't feel like me though because of rose walls and frilly mattress. At least the moving truck is going to bring my huge stuff, wait what, if this is grandma's house, then wouldn't we not need our stuff. This is getting way to confusing; I need to talk to mother.

    I went walked next door, I opened the door quietly and saw my mom put away her clothes away quietly and somewhat depressingly.

    "Mother?" I whispered.

    Mother heard my voice and turned her head towards me. I saw black all over her cheeks and under her eyes. She has obviously crying.

    "Oh mom..." I said as I walked over to hug her, knowing she needed comfort more then I needed to ask my question.

    Instead of calming down, she started to cry even more.

    "I, I , I should have told you!" She finally said shaky with lots of gasps in her words.

    “It’s ok mom, I'm fine with living with grandma." I said.

    "No, not that" She said.