My Grandma

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My grandma is retired from her secretarial job. Twice a month she visits with her older sister in the country to make certain that she is being taken care of proprly. It is during these frequent trips that I realize how much she is a part of my everyday life. My grandma lives downstairs from me. From the inside of our house, there is no stairs connecting the top and bottom floors. If I want to go downstairs, I have to use the outside stairs. I wear these flat slippers that make a tapping sound when I walk on the wooden stairs and whenever it is quiet, my grandma can hear me coming and going. When I reach the bottom of the stairs on my way out, she is always standing at her door waiting for me. As we walk to my car every morning, she starts up a conversation by asking me the routine questions like, "What time did you come home last night?" Or "Where are you going now?" Then, in her so innocent and caring grandmotherly way, she'll ask me to come home earlier and to drive safely, since I usually arrive home in the wee hours of the morning. The last part of her morning ritual with me is to check my car out as I am starting it up. She checks the gas, which she always scolds me about because it is too close to empty, and then my tires that always look flat to her. As I am backing out of the drive way, she waves good-bye to me until I can no longer see her small figure in my rear-view mirror.

When my grandma is visiting her sister, I find that I usually arrive about ten minutes early everywhere I go. I also have to double check myself to make sure that my collar is on straight and that my labels are tucked in nicely. My grandma was always making sure that I looked presentable as I was growing up. Sometimes even now she'll bring out ...

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...uld do something for her that would make up for all the things that she has done for me and taught me, but there is nothing as special and important that can equal it all.

My grandma gave me a very belated eighteenth birthday present and graduation present combined. It was about two years late, but I never even remembered. She gave me a pair of Mikimoto pearl earrings. She told me that she wanted to buy me something special, where I remember her by. They are two beautiful, large pearls connected together by a small gold flower with a diamond inside. One pearl dangles down and I thought that this was like me hanging on to my grandma. These earrings are very important to me. I did not wear them yet though because they are too beautiful for me right now and anyway, I have no where to wear them to. I told my grandma that now she has to take me out to a fancy dinner!

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