She let herself in and headed straight for bed. “Hi Grandma,” she said, poking her head into the kitchen.
“Hey, Baby Girl. Where you been?” Her grandma was sitting at the table julienning some green beans.
“Uh, well…I just stayed with a friend last night. Sorry I didn’t call.”
Her grandma put down her kitchen tool and looked up and down at Nia. “Well, what happened to you?”
Nia sighed and put her purse down. She treaded into the kitchen. She sat and wrapped her arms around her head on the kitchen table. Then she looked up at her grandma’s brown eyes.
“I lost my job, Grandma.” Then she shook her head and burst into tears. A river streamed down her face.
Her grandma eyed her, then picked up her kitchen tool and a green bean. She passed the green bean through, slicing it into four strin
