Posted by: DIYwriting | October 22, 2020

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.  


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