My Grandmother at this point realized something was wrong with me, she didn't know what but she knew that I was having problems. I had already been removed from the public school system due to the principal questioning my near constant injuries, and I was back down to a dangerously low weight.
Grandmother nursed me back to health and when I was able to stand for more than a few minutes at a time she taught me how to cook, garden, and tend house. She and I spent most of our time together in the kitchen with breaks to go pick whatever was ready to be brought in that day and crocheting while we took turns stirring pots of sauce, stew, and the like.
My grandfather had always favored me and was intent on spoiling all of his grandchildren, he would kidnap me from my place in the kitchen several nights a week and take me to McDonald's or the ice cream parlor, it was a great summer. Around the end of the summer all of my cousins were in, we all lived down in the basement where the toys, games, and the least amount of breakables could be found. One night, several hours after bedtime my grandfather sneaked down the stairs with a box full of bowls, spoons, ice cream and toppings, then proceeded to wake us all up for an ice cream party. What made the night so great was my grandmother, who was usually a stickler for bedtime came down and ate ice cream and played board games with us. It was the last big event at my grandparents house.
After that night my cousins went home to get ready to go back to school, I stayed for another week or two before my mother showed up to carry me off to the ends of the world again. I think we'll stop here, I don't want to ruin all of this good with any bad.
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