Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

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I come from your typical average size family which includes two wonderful parents, a sister who looks like a Barbie doll and a half-brother who is as big as a whale. My parents would always wonder why I would be so selfish and not very talkative towards my Grandma. To be fair I never liked my Dad’s step mom. However, I had my reasons, but I just kept them to myself and acted like I liked her. Everyone is always telling me, you’re so lucky to have such a wonderful family and you should be very blessed to have them. People are always telling me that not everyone has a family or can be loved by so many caring people around them and have it so good. But then suddenly, one day I uncovered a long- hidden secret that would break my family apart. …show more content…

When we arrived at the Restaurant and got seated we began talking about life and about me going off to college. My Grandma and I would talk about anything and we could honestly talk for hours. This is why I love going out with her because we have a lot of the same interests and were just so much alike. So after having a great meal, we then headed out and she asked me if I wanted some Ice cream from Dairy Queen. My Grandma ordered a small dipped cone and I order a small twist cone. In my mind “Is she being for real right now? Like you don’t need to ask me if I want ice cream because I love ice cream and could eat it all day every day.” We get to Dairy Queen and order our desserts. Next we arrive at her house and talked a little more and then it was getting late so I left her …show more content…

Once we got there we sat down and began talking. Eventually I order the salmon while my Grandma orders the boneless wings. Next I brought up my dad’s step mom in how she complains about not seeing me all the time and that I have to go to this get together at her house before my sister and I go off to college. I plainly just told my Grandma that I don’t like her and don’t want anything to do with her. Surprisingly, my Grandma comes out and say’s “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but the reason I don’t like her is the fact that she cheated on her husband and got with your Grandpa Dan and I didn’t know at first what was going on, but then I came to suspicion that he was seeing someone else. Before I knew it we got a divorce and everything just changed from that moment on. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t like her because of what I’m telling you but this is why I don’t consider her family.” I looked at my Grandma in just shock. I couldn’t believe that’s the reason why my Grandma and Grandpa got a divorce. Afterwards I said goodbye and thanked her for taking me

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