My Driver “How was school today Gavin?” Meme (pronounced Mimi) asked me as I got in the car that Thursday afternoon.
“It was fine.” I replied, “How about yourself?”
“Oh, I’m doing well.” She said, reaching out her aged arm and grasping the ignition key to start the car, “I played Scrabble with Nana today, though Miss Kitty kept jumping on the table and smacking all the letters around.”
“Ha, yeah, you know Zoey is quite the attention hound.” I retorted.
Meme is my great-grandmother and the one who picks me up and drops me off from school. She is a small woman, standing only a little over five feet tall. She wears her silvery grey hair short and curly and gets a perm annually.
“I know, just the other day I let her outside to roll …show more content…
Despite her occasional rough edges, Meme is still a loving, and frequently forgetful, grandmother. As this story has revealed, Meme loves to feel needed. While soon I will be able to drive myself to and from school, I know I can always depend on Meme when I need her. It was a hot and humid summer day in Georgia. I was four years old, and waiting eagerly at the bus station for my great grandmother to arrive. We had been there for about fifteen minutes, seemingly forever to my young mind when my mother pointed out Meme hobbling out from the bus that had just pulled up. I ran to meet her with a wide grin on my face. “Meme!” I exclaimed. “Hello there.” she called back. Meme had rode the bus all the way from Central Texas to Atlanta to come out and see us. Well, that was the part I knew at the time. As I would find out later that day, there was another reason as well. Mother was pregnant with her second child, my sister Brynn. Meme was to watch me and the house while mother and dad went to the hospital. I was admittedly scared as I had never been without my mother for more than a few hours, nevermind a few weeks. Mother and Meme comforted me as Mother told me she would have to leave for the hospital soon. Meme and I were left at home while my Mother left for the hospital to have my
“It was fine.” I replied, “How about yourself?”
“Oh, I’m doing well.” She said, reaching out her aged arm and grasping the ignition key to start the car, “I played Scrabble with Nana today, though Miss Kitty kept jumping on the table and smacking all the letters around.”
“Ha, yeah, you know Zoey is quite the attention hound.” I retorted.
Meme is my great-grandmother and the one who picks me up and drops me off from school. She is a small woman, standing only a little over five feet tall. She wears her silvery grey hair short and curly and gets a perm annually.
“I know, just the other day I let her outside to roll …show more content…
Despite her occasional rough edges, Meme is still a loving, and frequently forgetful, grandmother. As this story has revealed, Meme loves to feel needed. While soon I will be able to drive myself to and from school, I know I can always depend on Meme when I need her. It was a hot and humid summer day in Georgia. I was four years old, and waiting eagerly at the bus station for my great grandmother to arrive. We had been there for about fifteen minutes, seemingly forever to my young mind when my mother pointed out Meme hobbling out from the bus that had just pulled up. I ran to meet her with a wide grin on my face. “Meme!” I exclaimed. “Hello there.” she called back. Meme had rode the bus all the way from Central Texas to Atlanta to come out and see us. Well, that was the part I knew at the time. As I would find out later that day, there was another reason as well. Mother was pregnant with her second child, my sister Brynn. Meme was to watch me and the house while mother and dad went to the hospital. I was admittedly scared as I had never been without my mother for more than a few hours, nevermind a few weeks. Mother and Meme comforted me as Mother told me she would have to leave for the hospital soon. Meme and I were left at home while my Mother left for the hospital to have my