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Hi, I’m 5.
I just got a new baby sister and I’m about to start kindergarten. So many things have changed for me lately. I live with my mom and stepdad and of course, this new baby everyone is going gaga about.
I don’t see the appeal. She seems needy and kinda gross to me. I wonder when she is going to go back to where she came from, she can’t even play with me.
But today I’m so happy because I’m reunited with my best friend… my grandma!
I used to live with her and grandpa just a year or so ago. I loved it there! I got to play with all my cousins, watch Sesame Street, and swing on the front porch.
When I was at their house there was always something going on and it made me feel happy. I felt loved, important, and safe. Sometimes when I couldn’t sleep and would miss my mom, my grandma would make me cocoa in the middle of the night.
In the mornings when I would wake up, the living room stove made me feel so warm and comfortable, I felt like I could lay there with my favorite blanket forever.
In the summer time my grandpa would get me ice cream cones and we walk around the block licking them.
But they said he is sick and probably won’t be doing that anymore. He seems okay to me other than he likes to take a lot of naps. I always made sure to cover him up with a blanket when he laid on the couch; he likes that.
One day I was told that my mom is getting married.
They said she is working and living in the city now and she’s ready for me to come stay with her and her new husband.
Me and grandma and grandpa took a long ride in his little truck that has a roof that goes over the back, that’s where they put my toys and clothes.
I was wedged up in the front between them staring at the strange little ball that kept rolling around stuck on the middle of his dash. I always wanted to play with it but grandpa says that has to stay there so it tells him which direction to go.
So I’m at my new home but after a little while then grandma and grandpa say they are leaving and I have to stay there. I hate that! I just want to go back to the home I know. Why can’t we all just go stay there?
So now here we are a year later after grandma and grandpa took me to my new home.
Things are really different.
I moved again, this house has a big yard I can ride my bike around and I have a new room… and a play room! Which I’m glad that I don’t have to share with that new crying baby.
I don’t ever see grandpa anymore. They said that he got so sick that he’s not with us now.
I don’t know what that means and people seem to get really upset when I ask questions. They say I will see him again one day. So, I think that just means they are keeping him in that big hospital my mom would always visit.
But I’m so glad that my grandma is here today. She is my best friend. There is nobody I’d rather play with. She says really strange and silly things.
I wish grandpa could have come with her though, I really miss seeing him.
And I really really wish grandma would stay with me forever. Sometimes she seems sad, sometimes I miss her so much I feel sad. I think we both should just stay together so we can be happy. But they say grandma has to go back home and I will see her again soon. Gosh, I wish she didn’t live so far away.