Hand in hand, Asher and I had walked into the huge cabin like pack house.
Hundreds of people paused from their scrambling. They stared at us, interesting enough... they started to clap and cheer.
A women who didn't look a day over 30 aside from the wrinkles she had on the corner of her eyes, walked up to us from the crowd.
"Asher?" She whispered reaching a hand out. I felt Asher's grip on my hand tighten.
"Who are you?" He asked cautiously.
"Oh." She whispered, putting her hand back down. "I'm your grandmother." I felt Asher's grip on my hand loosen as he let go of my hand. At first, I had no idea what Asher was doing, but then Asher took a huge step forwards and wrapped his arms around his grandmother. The house fell silent as everybody listened... Asher's grandma started to shake as
