Status: Never choose money over your family's love.
Love and Money
Tati's Point of View
My grandmother was dying. My family was in the hospital at her last minute of livng. She quickly said her last words, “I left the million dollars in”, and the last breath left her body.
After my grandmother’s dead my life became weird. It was every man or woman for him or herself. My father wouldn’t talk to anyone. My mother often glanced around the room suspiciously. I was in my grandmother’s room all day, everyday. My little brother stayed outside digging holes with Shadow, our dog. No one did or was in charge of anything anymore. It’s like all the love we had for each other disappeared. Just a vast emptiness, but one thing was clear, we all wanted that money, although no one discussed it since my grandmother’s death.
I walked into the kitchen where I found my mother. She had long black hair and a troubled expression. “Do you think grandma was just kidding about that money?” I asked. She took awhile before answering.
“What do you mean, Tati?” my mother asked sharply, although it was clear on what I meant.
“Never mind,” I sighed. I walked back into my grandmother’s room. I scrimmaged through the very last place that I haven’t yet checked, her underclothes drawer. My hand reached the bottom of the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. I read it silently to myself. “love is more importAnt than monKey, oops I mean moNey. Be at peace my child.” I put the note back and sighed.
After my grandmother’s dead my life became weird. It was every man or woman for him or herself. My father wouldn’t talk to anyone. My mother often glanced around the room suspiciously. I was in my grandmother’s room all day, everyday. My little brother stayed outside digging holes with Shadow, our dog. No one did or was in charge of anything anymore. It’s like all the love we had for each other disappeared. Just a vast emptiness, but one thing was clear, we all wanted that money, although no one discussed it since my grandmother’s death.
I walked into the kitchen where I found my mother. She had long black hair and a troubled expression. “Do you think grandma was just kidding about that money?” I asked. She took awhile before answering.
“What do you mean, Tati?” my mother asked sharply, although it was clear on what I meant.
“Never mind,” I sighed. I walked back into my grandmother’s room. I scrimmaged through the very last place that I haven’t yet checked, her underclothes drawer. My hand reached the bottom of the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. I read it silently to myself. “love is more importAnt than monKey, oops I mean moNey. Be at peace my child.” I put the note back and sighed.