JASON
The night of the party…
I walk into the gardens where my grandma is having her party. I don’t know what she’s celebrating, but I know I have to attend, regardless. I wish Eleanor had come with me, but I understand why she didn’t. I don’t understand why my grandma can’t see the amazing woman Eleanor is. I hope my grandma sees it one day, and they can finally get along.
“Hello, grandma,” I say, hugging her.
“Hello, dear. How are you doing?” she asks, hugging me back.
“I’m well, and you?”
“Good as well, dear. Where is she?” she asks, looking over my shoulder probably for Eleanor.
“She didn’t feel like coming,”
“That’s good to hear.” she smiles. The smile gracing her face makes me realize Eleanor had no hope with my grandma, as she had tried to tell me before. My grandma didn’t l
