Tired of This Old Guys Stories

During the quake of seventy-three I shivered and shook. The rest of us stared at this guy, an ancient old cook. The trembling that went on that day, gave me PTSD. I looked at his granddaughter, glad he is no kin to me. I am tired of these stories about disaster and such. Living through Viet Nam War, and other ideas I can’t touch. I am so far away from the man’s thinking I want to run away. But Mom made this play date, so unfortunately, I must stay.