Mr. McGee

I’m not sure I’ll ever even know what happened that night.  Grandma came for dinner, had one too many glasses of wine, yelled at dad and I never saw her again.  Her phone didn’t work, her lights were always off at her house and she stopped showing up her yoga studio.  I know these things because I knew her schedule like the back of my hand.  I had been forbidden to see her by my father because his pride had been hurt so I was forced into accidentally bumping into my grandmother for the last several months. 

I know that if he realizes I have found her again, the shit will most definitely hit the fan.  But how could I forget the only one who has ever believed in me?  The only one who thought I was good at life, that I could actually become somebody.  And not just float through life as Mr. McGee’s lonely daughter. 

I knew in the back of my mind that the day would come.  And come it did.  And in a matter of minutes my entire world exploded.  To this day, I had never seen my father so angry and my grandmother so scared.  She was usually the stand up and take charge kind of lady, but I saw her shrink into someone I didn’t even know.  I never did forgive my father for what he did to me that day.  But especially for what he did to her.