My Grandmother isn’t doing well today. I’m scared that she’s getting old and sick and won’t be around for too many more years. I want her to be with me on my wedding day, whenever that’s going to be. Sometimes she’s the only person I want to be with. After school, we watch soap operas together. One of the shows that I watch is one of the ones she’s been watching for years and years. Sometimes we eat popcorn together when we watch. Lately she’s been falling asleep after about 10 minutes of the show, and then she wakes up at commercials and gets all confused. She asks the same questions about the story line over and over, and sometimes I get frustrated. But mostly she’s funny and makes me laugh.

My mother fights with her mother a lot lately. Not fighting, really. The bicker a lot. Gramma repeats herself a lot and it seems to make Mom mad. I get mad a Mom for getting mad a Gramma. Then we’re all bickering.

Gramma, Mom and I made an apple pie together last weekend. Gramma’s hands shake a bit when she peels and cuts the apples, but the pie is still the best in the world. I help with the crust. And the eating.

Gramma doesn’t cook much anymore, but she makes the world’s best biscuits for strawberry shortcake. She also makes a really great turkey pot pie from Thanksgiving day left overs. I like to cook sometimes. I like to bake better than cook meals, though. Maybe it’s because I like to sample the batter along the way. Yum.

So anyway, Gramma seems to be very forgetful lately and she sleeps a lot. Now she has a really bad cold or something. It’s been going on for longer than usual. Might be bronchitis or maybe even pneumonia. Mom’s worried about her. I guess I am, too.

I’m going to my aunt’s house soon. I guess I should end this and go pack up what I’m going to bring for the weekend. I want to leave my math homework behind, but I guess I have to bring it with me. I got mostly everything else done already, so that’s good.