Everybody knows her. Everybody does. That one aunt who is so annoying that walking into the room she is in seems more like a mission than a normal situation. “Oh hey little Henry!” she would always squeal to me. I can’t stand the sound of her voice, the whining just sends ice bullets down my spine. “Hi Auntie Saundra” I would say back, trying to disguise my distinct look of disgust that I had quickly painted on my face upon entering the room. Auntie Saundra is my great aunt on my mother’s side and is a very sweet lady. Nevertheless, she is a sneaky person and lived on a hush-hush, don’t ask and don’t tell philosophy when it came to situations that involved her but somehow managed to tell everyone about something that didn’t involve her. But,
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I used to think those stories were just exaggerated and heavily blown out of proportions. That is until I experienced just how it was with Auntie Saundra first hand. This summer, my sister and I had the incredible opportunity to travel via vehicle with our uncle and his wife across the country to Lancaster, California to visit our grandmother. This was the first time I had been to California or anywhere on the west coast of the U.S and I must say it was an interesting trip. The phone calls were never-ending. “How far away are y’all baby?” my grandmother would ask as if she was in a hurry of some sort. “Well we’ve just made it to New Mexico grandma. Is everything okay?” “Oh yes, yes indeed everything is fine, I’m just ready to see my grandbabies!” I could tell from her voice that she really missed me and my sister Johanna; she kept calling the entire drive just to see where we were. The ride had become especially quiet as we grew closer and closer to the California state line. Nothing but faint music from the 80s filled the car. “I’m really in the mood for a payday right now” Johanna said so randomly. “Hey Unc, can you stop at the next gas station?” she blurted out. “Yes baby girl, I have to drain the main vein myself” he …show more content…
When we pulled up to the Chevron everyone got out the car to stretch, use the bathroom, etc. I had never seen Johanna get so excited about a candy bar in my entire life. She had gotten her wallet and jetted in the store so fast I didn’t even see her. But, when she came out, she had the biggest look of
I used to think those stories were just exaggerated and heavily blown out of proportions. That is until I experienced just how it was with Auntie Saundra first hand. This summer, my sister and I had the incredible opportunity to travel via vehicle with our uncle and his wife across the country to Lancaster, California to visit our grandmother. This was the first time I had been to California or anywhere on the west coast of the U.S and I must say it was an interesting trip. The phone calls were never-ending. “How far away are y’all baby?” my grandmother would ask as if she was in a hurry of some sort. “Well we’ve just made it to New Mexico grandma. Is everything okay?” “Oh yes, yes indeed everything is fine, I’m just ready to see my grandbabies!” I could tell from her voice that she really missed me and my sister Johanna; she kept calling the entire drive just to see where we were. The ride had become especially quiet as we grew closer and closer to the California state line. Nothing but faint music from the 80s filled the car. “I’m really in the mood for a payday right now” Johanna said so randomly. “Hey Unc, can you stop at the next gas station?” she blurted out. “Yes baby girl, I have to drain the main vein myself” he …show more content…
When we pulled up to the Chevron everyone got out the car to stretch, use the bathroom, etc. I had never seen Johanna get so excited about a candy bar in my entire life. She had gotten her wallet and jetted in the store so fast I didn’t even see her. But, when she came out, she had the biggest look of