Personal Narrative: How Grandma Changed My Life

There’s a lot of lousy news a sixteen year old can get. Finding out your 86 year old grandma is coming to live in your house is not so bad. But finding out she is going to share your already too small bedroom is right up there with discovering a zit on your forehead the morning of school pictures. To be fair, my grandma wasn’t jumping for joy either. She’d been living alone for more than twenty years and was used to her personal space. MAKE TRANSITION STRONGERSadly, my grandma was starting to have some memory issues and was not able to drive anymore. She often would forget or choose not to eat. In her heyday, she was someone who loved life and never sat still and it seemed that getting older was starting to take a toll on her zest for life.

Who would sleep on which side of the bed? Which drawers would she use? Did she want me to move my stuff that had been carefully arranged on my dresser? talk about my feelings towards the move and why does she have to be with me etc. I was NOT CONTRACTIONS=NONO exactly offering, and she seemed reluctant to ask. I took initiative and carefully guided us through the initial fumblings.
Soon, I found that having my Grandma as a roommate was not the same as sharing with my younger sister. She was very interested in my day. She wanted to hear about my friends. She loved to offer advice on every issue we discussed. She would start with, “I remember when my friend Dee…” and the advice would turn into a funny story involving her friends or eleven brothers and sisters.
I began to look forward to our nightly talks. Asking her about growing up in the “olden days” gave me a whole new perspective on her. She, like me, was the oldest girl. We commiserated on how we had to be the one to help with everything. From tying Mable’s shoes, to making sure Mallory doesn’t take candy from strangers we haWEHAT. She talked about times when she was disappointed, happy, and scared. The more she shared, the more I wanted to