My Grandparent’s house was just a plain orange and red brick house from the outside, but on the inside, it was full of so much love and warmth. My Meema sat in her brown rocker recliner and rocked slightly as she watched her favorite Soap Opera on their old console television. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker and her head would fall to the side. Her sleepiness was a sure sign that lunchtime was near.
My Peepa sat in his matching brown recliner next to Meema in his dirty, white coveralls. If he was in his chair, he was usually asleep. I was always quite sure that he was half bear, but I couldn’t prove it.
It wasn’t long before the smells of fried pork chops, mashed potatoes; corn and green beans came pouring out of the kitchen. Meema’s house was the place to be at lunchtime, and I made sure I was always there. Peepa and I gathered at the white kitchen table while Meema put our feast on the table. Meema joined us at the table and before we took a bite, we bowed our heads to pray.
We finished our lunch and then it was naptime. I despised naptime, but I could never tell Meema that. We settled into the living room and I lay down on the blue fluffy couch and pretended to sleep. Sometimes I would fall asleep by accident, and other times I would just lay their hoping Meema would hurry and open her eyes. Peepa and Meema went off to dream land and the room filled with loud snoring. Although Meema’s snoring was light and dainty and Peepa’s was more of a rough growl, they seemed to harmonize with each other. Read More...
