” How come we only go to Grandma’s house at night?” I asked my Mom a very long time ago.
My Mom and I were in my room, We were standing in front of my open closet and chosing which dress I should wear to Grandma’s.
” Do you want to wear the red one or pink?” she asked me.
I looked into my closet and pointed to the pink dress.
” Grandma likes it that way, that’s why.” she said. ” Go chose out you socks.”
” Do they have to match?”
” Each other .” my Mom told me.
I ran to my dresser and pulled open my sock drawer and pulled out purple knee socks. ” Here. I want to wear these.”
My Mom shrugged. ” Okay.”
” Mom, come on. Why can’t we go during the day? Grandma doesn’t have a tv and I’ll miss my shows.”
” It won’t kill you to miss Love American Style every once and awhile. God, I’d like to know what you see in that show anyway, you’re six years old”
” No monsters.”
” Are you kidding me?”
I hopped up on my bed and started to jump up and down.
” Will you stop that?” Mom tossed my dress at me.
I watched it land near my pillow.
” No. It helps me think.”
I kept bouncing.
” Ok. I’ll bite. what are you thinking about?”
” Why do we have to go to Grandma’s at night.”
My Mom handed me my dress and told me to stand still. She tied my hair back into a ponytail and started to pick at my bangs.
” Because she’s a Devil during the day. You know that.”
My Mom flicked some loose hairs out of her way as she fixed my hair and then gave a quick little rub to the tiny little horns that were just starting to bud from the sides of my forehead. “Get dressed. She’s making your gingerbread men for a treat tonight. You know how they taste funny when they start to cool.”
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