I looked at the wrinkled face of my grandmother. She looked surprised upon seeing me. I did not inform her that I was coming, which I usually do whenever I come here. She opened the door widely, and moved sideward.
“Come in,” she said.
I went into the house, and watched my grandma closed the door. After she closed the door, we both went to the living room. I know that she was wondering what brought me here. We were both silent at first and just looking at each other, until she sighed and talked.
“What brought you here? I know a lot of things have been going on,” she said.
I sighed. Even if they are not active in communicating with my parents, I know somehow my parents told them everything. I don’t know if they are judging me too.
“I’m here, grandma, to ask about Lily Carter,” I told h
