My gaze fell on my grandma knitting her dress as I walked up to her and sat down in front of her.
She was an old woman in her late sixties. Sat on a brown couch, her white hair tied as a bun and wore a pink sundress. She was still beautiful, smelled so good, despite how old she was. People say I looked like her when she was young.
I took her eyes and features, except for the hair.
I guess no matter how long she aged, she still looked beautiful and motherly. She paused at what she was doing and looked at me.
“You seem downcast, Courtney.” She commented and resumed her knitting. “Anything the matter? Did you fight with Larcade or Wendy again?”
“Why will you think I always fight with those two?”
She knows I am always neck and neck with Wendy or Larcade.
“Because I think so, and it
