CHAPTER 1
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"Nana, I can't find my shoes. Do u know where they might be. If I can't find them in the next 5 minutes I'll be late for school" just like every Monday morning, I woke up late.
Lately, I'm finding it difficult to sleep at night.
I keep having nightmares about being stranded on the moon.
It's funny because scientifically speaking, breathing on the moon without the necessary gear is impossible and I don't think my petite body carries enough weight to act as an anchor keeping me from drifting towards my death.
I run downstairs still looking for my favorite pair of sneakers, and yes... I am a sneaker girl.
Always have been always will be.
My birthday is in a few weeks. I'm finally turning 16.
Grandma says that I'll be like every other hormonal teenager,
Always worrying about makeup and crying over a pair of block heals every now and then.
I doubt that, I don't even like the mall for that matter.
There's to much movement, to much noise, too many people and sets of eyes that can't keep to themselves. I value my peace thank you very much.
As I'm contemplating all these thoughts in my head,
I almost run into my very angry looking Nana.
"What did I say about running down the stairs?" she looks at me with those caring, big eyes of hers and I almost want to break down and cry.
I sigh "No running up and down the stairs because I might break a bone or worse. I know grandma. I'm sorry"
I give her my puppy dog eyes to seal the deal and her frown finally turns into a warm smile that tugs at my heart.
She has been my only family for as long as I can remember.
I always thought babies were bought because that's what she told me when I was 8,
but after a quick chat with my biology teacher, she sure had some explaining to do.
The only thing I know about my parents is that they died in an accident the night I was born.
This really broke my heart, but u can't really cry over people you did not have the privilege of meeting, let alone know.
I do wish I had a childhood with both my parents. I do wish to be like other kids,
having picnics and family birthdays or whatever families do together,
but I can never have that. I'm just grateful that I had my Nana.
I wouldn't necessarily say my childhood was any different from other kids,
In fact it was amazing.
She gave me everything that I could ever want and need.
What more could I have asked for.
She is my family, and I know that family is not counted in numbers but by the safety and care you receive from the people you cherish.
Their love alone keeps you tethered to the universe. That's so corny.
Nana's hand on my shoulder brought me back to "planet earth".
She saw the sadness in my eyes and leaned in to embrace me.
Every time I would cry as a child, she would make me her famous cookies to have with milk,
but it was always her hugs that made me calm.
She put all her love into them,
I guess that's one of the reasons they had such an effect on me.
All a person wants is to be loved, cherished and cared for.
"Are you okay sweet pea?" she asked me in such a caring voice.
I didn't trust my voice to form sensible sentences so I just nodded and blinked the tears away.
"I know your birthday is in a few weeks, but I'd rather you have your present now." I gasped as she revealed a box of the Nike sneakers I've been crying for since i hit my teen years.
These must have cost a fortune.
I can't seem to hold back the tears anymore.
I jump to squeeze her in a tight hug,
forgetting how old she is and that she could pass out in front of me from how tightly I'm hugging her.
She doesn't seem to mind though.
"Thank you so much Nana, these are absolutely beautiful, I love them"
My stomach growls as I put on the shoes and she just chuckles.
Knowing my grandma, she probably already made my favorite pancakes for breakfast.
I follow her into the kitchen only to see a whole 9 inch stack of pancakes with Mable syrup and blueberries.
I love this woman. I don't even know what I'd do without her.
I sigh when I remember that I'm still late for school so I won't have a chance to actually savour these mouth watering pancakes.
I stuffed a few into my mouth,
gobled down the glass of warm milk she made for me,
ran to give her a kiss goodbye and off i went.
- Writer
