Good morning
My grandmother is moving out. Her house sits atop a steep hill with rocks lining up the driveway. But today I sit in the dining room. at 6:00AM. It's still dark outside but the purple hues peek over before sunrise.
My grandmother shuffles into the room. Her robe us white and Dolly follows behind. "Good morning." she hums quietly, because my father is asleep and downstairs and my brother asleep two rooms down. Dolly waits patiently at my feet to see if I drop granola. I accidentally do.
"Good morning, Nana." I say. "Do you want to make pancakes?" they won't turn out too good but it's okay Nana says that Dad will eat it and he'll say its okay
