Grandma House

I DREADED HER THE FRIST TIME I REALIZE SHE WAS MY GRANDMA. I LOOKED INTO HER EYES. I KNEW SHE HATED ME TOO. I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIKE FALLING ROUTEN APPLES FRON AN OLD SPOIL TREE. EACH ONE I STOMP UNTIL I CRUSHED THE INSIDE COMPLETELY OUT. I COULD NOT BEAR TO SEE HER ROCK IN THAT OLD WOODEN CHAIR BY THE FIREPLACE. GRILLING HER TEETHS TOGETHER,MADE BEE STINGS GO THROUGH MY ENTIRE BODY, WHILE SHE STIRRS AT ME WITH HATRED. I DARE TO EAT HER FOOD SHE PLACE BEFORE ME, THINKING SHE WILL POISON ME AND THREW ME IN HER OLD COUFFIN CHEST. I FEAR HER MOVES. WHEN SHE WALKS WITH HER CANE, SHE MADE OUT OF AN OLD ABANDON TREE BRANCH. EACH STEP SHE MAKES. I WISH SHE WILL FALL LIKE AN ESACAPE CONVICT BEEN SHOOT DOWN. THROUGH THE YEARSOF HATING MY GANDMA. I REMEMBER THE MEMORIES WE HAD TOGETHER FUSING AND HATING EACH OTHER PRESENCES. BUT MY CHERISH MEMORY IS THE TIME WE ATE SWEET APPLE CIDERS AT MY GRANDMA HOUSE.