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Greetings, everyone

This is my entry to the #freewrite 5-minute exercise hosted by @mariannewest. See details here.

A Guest in my Own House

I never liked Ben Franklin’s truism. Why would anyone in their right mind leave fish out of a freezer for three days? Similarly, why would anyone in their right mind stay as a visitor longer than three days? The fact of the matter is that it does happen, both things.

Worse yet, what happens when you have house guests who overstay long enough to supplant you as the host? What happens when those visitors are your own grandchildren and you become the stinky fish?

I got tired of being on the road from one child to the next because I can’t be in my own house. I gave birth to Judases, who in turn gave birth to Attilas, who burn every piece of land they step on. Nothing grows back up after they are done with their disrespect for authority, their laziness and their debauchery. My children are too busy living their lives. I already lived mine, they say. They can’t babysit me. Me, who babysat 8 of them, plus all their children! I lost count of how many Attilas I helped raise. Now I am responsible for their misdemeanors.

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Easier said than done. How can a grandmother discipline a child that’s being spoiled by their parents?

I am tired of being the “hot potatoe”. But I know how to end this. They can keep the house all they want. It will fall on them anyway.

I’ve always loved plants, since I was little. I can talk to them, they can hear me. Unlike my children, they do listen to me. They bloom and bear fruit when I give them the proper encouragement. They tell me what they are good for. I only need to touch them, rob their leaves on my fingertips and smell their properties. This one bush with yellow flowers is all I need. She told me to avoid her at any cost. She regrets she grew in my garden, but she told me she can’t control that. She, too, has a purpose. Whether it is to get rid of unwanted insects or unwanted guests.

I’ll brew myself just enough to end my journey and then everyone will be releases of their burden. Wasn’t it Ben Franklin who also said “Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal”?

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