Mom always hated grandma’s house.
She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”
Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.
Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”
So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.
Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.
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A shame her mum only realised what she would miss when it was gone. Nice one.
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Yep. We do that. 😐
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So she did learn in the end
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Maybe 😐
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There is such sadness in this piece. Sometimes you don’t know how special someone is till they are gone. A well-constructed piece.
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Thank you. 😊
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Not appreciating what we have right there in front of us is so sad. Once it is gone there is no more opportunity. Hopefully a lesson has been recognized.
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So true!
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You never know what you’ve got… nicely done.
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Thanks 🙏
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The heartfelt ending was very sweet. Enjoyed this little tale.
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😊 thanks 🙏
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A lovely story. So often grandkids and grandparents get along better than kids and parents.
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So true! And thanks for your kind words.
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Grandmother and mother usually cannot get along. If one wants artificial flower other will look for real one.
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😀
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I hope the granddaughter is able to keep her focus on the real rather than the trending, even now that her grandmother has died.
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Me too.
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So much emotion in these three generations. Beautiful little story, nicely told.
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Thanks 🙏😊
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in the words of Joni Mitchel, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…
Lovely heartfelt piece
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🙏 thanks
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I sense Mom was a little jealous of the daughter/grandma relationship. Beautifully written Tina.
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Absolutely! (And thanks 🙏)
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From this I sensed that as she grew her attitude changed, as we all do.
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Hopefully for the better!
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Beautifully done, Tina. The classic case. Hopefully the daughter will teach her mother what is real…
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Yep 😉
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I’m not so sure mom learned a lesson of value as much as she had to cling on to something. Taking up the mantle still passes her by.
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I think you’re right 😗
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“Keeping it real” Sometimes I think we only fool ourselves when saying that.
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For sure!
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