Anna.
My grandfather’s estate is in the middle of nowhere. The only way to get to the house is through back roads filled with gravel. Once you reach the top, you’re met with trees upon trees before it finally opens up to the mountains. If you stand on one of the rocks next to his property, you can see the city below.
It's been months since I’ve been here, and as the gates open for me, my anxiety slowly fades away, knowing I’ll see my pop-pop soon. However, it doesn’t completely disappear; the words “90 days in jail” keep replaying in my mind, and it takes everything in me not to be a nervous wreck.
I can’t lose my composure around my grandfather; if I do, he will get upset, and that can't happen. All I need is to see him because I know he will make me feel so much better.
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