Gramma called me into her room, “Would you draw a face on this doll I’m making?” “Oh Gramma, I don’t know, what if I mess up?” “You draw such beautiful eyes,” she said, handing me a marker. I was over there to do laundry, sometimes I would just go to the laundry mat, it went faster and wasn’t very far from the house. But I liked spending time with my mom and gramma, I missed them, even though we talked everyday on the phone.
The next week when I arrived, Gramma called me to her room. “You,” she broke into laughter, “remember that face you drew?” “Ya?” I questioned. “Well,” wiping the tears, “You drew it on the wrong end.” By this time she was laughing so hard I started to laugh myself. I asked, “What do you mean, wrong end?” “You
The next week when I arrived, Gramma called me to her room. “You,” she broke into laughter, “remember that face you drew?” “Ya?” I questioned. “Well,” wiping the tears, “You drew it on the wrong end.” By this time she was laughing so hard I started to laugh myself. I asked, “What do you mean, wrong end?” “You