Follow the trees
"Chris!" Your brothers voice echoes through your small attic room. "Chris! Ms. Daisy's here!"
You think back to all your memories with Ms. Daisy. Since your mom died after you were born, and your dad was an orphan, Ms. Daisy was and is a grandmother to you.
"Seriously?" You jump up and down excitedly.
"Also," your brother strokes your hair, "And you might want to brush that mop of yours."
"Like your hair is anything better, greasy!" You give your brother, Aden, a playful punch on the arm.
You think back to all your memories with Ms. Daisy. Since your mom died after you were born, and your dad was an orphan, Ms. Daisy was and is a grandmother to you.
"Seriously?" You jump up and down excitedly.
"Also," your brother strokes your hair, "And you might want to brush that mop of yours."
"Like your hair is anything better, greasy!" You give your brother, Aden, a playful punch on the arm.