One of the strongest women I have ever met was my great grandmother. Unfortunately, I only knew her for a limited amount of time, but from what I saw and learned from her in that short period, and the stories I've been told from my mother, she was truly an inspiring and empowering woman. This was a short story from my creative writing class that was one of the last memories that I have of my great grandmother before she passed away.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5… I say. She smiles ear to ear so I continue… 6, 7, 8, 9, 10… You would think that would be enough, but it wasn't. She wanted me to keep going.
Running around the small and cozy house, jumping on the worn out brown couch in the family room and playing tag with my younger sister, who had just lost her first tooth. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15… Family members, three times the size of us, all crowded inside as a thin layer of snow fell softly onto the ground outside. 16, 17, 18, 19, 20… Squirming through the adults legs and running around individuals as she continuously chased me around, the same three rooms, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25… The voices of what sounded like a thousand people bounced off the walls and echoed through the house. 26, 27, 28, 29, 30…
I heard my name. Was it just someone talking about me? 31, 32, 33, 34, 35… and then I heard it again. 36, 37, 38, 39, 40… I quickly stood up and found my way to the cinnamon scented living room where the noise was coming from, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45… I turned the corner and saw my mom standing next to my great grandmother, who was sitting in her large, comfy, recliner, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50… Her whitish blonde hair looked as soft as the snow that was falling outside, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55… Her honey-colored skin, wrinkly, yet smooth, lit up and her mouth turned into a soft smile when she saw my face, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60… I shyly looked at my feet rocking back and forth, and slowly began to walk, one step at a time, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65… When I had finally reached her tan colored recliner I looked up, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70… Her bright blue eyes stared directly into mine and I smiled, knowing that whatever she was about to say to me was going to make me beam with joy, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75… I grabbed her hands, small and weak, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80… I could feel every bone, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85… She asked me how I was in a voice so softly; it was almost a whisper, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90… I told her I was good and that I learned how to count to a hundred in school today… 91, 92, 93, 94, 95… She asked me to show her, and so, I did, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100.