Cursed - The next

Chapter 5 - Olivia

Even before sunset, I'm back at the house of my grandma, although I should perhaps call it now as my home. Unfortunately it does not feel like it for me yet. Rather, I think of Chicago when I speak of my home. Hopefully it will change soon, otherwise it could be really annoying someday.

With two bags in my hand, I climb up the few wooden steps that lead to the veranda. I walk on to the door and pull the key Grandma gave me out of my bag before I leave home. I put the small key in the lock, turn it around and push open the door with one of my feet.

Quickly I hang the key on the designated board and put the plastic bags next to the door. "Is anyone there?" I shout aloud. "Yes, I am in the living room", my grandmother's voice sounds from said room: "Did you buy something nice?"

I just leave my stuff and then go to my grandma. I can also take the things to my new room before I go to bed.

My grandmother is sitting on the sofa and reading in a knit paper. Your walker is unused in the corner and seems almost dusty. I had not expected anything else. After all, she always seemed to have been pretty fit.

I drop onto the sofa next to her and look in the magazine. "Looks interesting," I say honestly interested: "I did not know that you can knit." "Can not, either," she smiles at me gently, "But it's never too late to learn something new, right?" "I guess not," amused, I shrug, "Where's Kiernan?"

"Upstairs", she's trying to create Wi-Fi with a power outlet. I do not know how to do that ", she looks rather confused." That's not so complicated. I can explain it to you someday, "I suggest." I love to learn how to knit ", she folds up her magazine.

"And Dad?" I continue to drill. "James sets up his new office so he can start working as soon as possible," she takes some pieces of bread from the bowl on the table, "Do not bother him." "Okay, but we can watch a movie tonight, right?" I sink into the upholstery of the sofa. "Of course, I do not see what to say against it," she looks at me encouragingly.

Thankfully, I look at her. The fact that my grandmother at least ensures that my life stays as normal as possible is somehow relieving. The common TV was always part of the weekend for my sister and me, and it would be stupid if we ignored this tradition.

"Are you watching?" I ask invitingly. "If you want that, I'd like to do it." "Well, I want that and you're one of them now," I gently take one of her wrinkled hands and look at her honestly. At the moment I have a familiar feeling that is completely new to me in relation to Grandma. That's how much time we've never spent in one piece and that's why it's all really new here. But it is beautiful.