Confetti : Part 4 of 4
“Here we go,” Sarah thought. “She never remembers stuff I tell her.”
Grandma Confetti heard the frantic voice of her daughter on the phone and started hollering.
“Jane, don’t you remember telling her she could come keep me company anytime? What time should she expect a ride home? It is a school night you know.” She winked at Sarah and they shared a smile.
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When Sarah’s mom went downstairs to the kitchen the following morning, she had the phone in her hand. Sarah was still in her room getting dressed. The kitchen was bright from the glare of the sunrise, and smelled like breakfast meat, coffee, and toast.
“Early morning call?” said Sarah’s dad. Her mom put the phone down on the table. Then she walked to her husband and gave him a hug. She walked towards her normal place at the table to sit for breakfast.
Sarah came downstairs quickly. Her mood was dramatically different than the night prior. As she approached her chair, her mother’s phone rang. Sarah and her dad looked at her mom with confusion. Then her mom shrugged her shoulders and appeared to be confused herself as she answered. Grandma Confetti’s nurse was on the line. Her voice was full of concern. It was time for Grandma Confetti to move out of her nursing home. The morning light shone through the kitchen window as everyone paused for more details.
“There had been an accident with another resident,” said the nurse. “Now Mrs Confetti is convinced that she cannot stay here anymore. We have done all we can, there is no changing her mind this time.”
Sarah’s mom hung up the phone and slowly placed it on her lap. First she stared at her husband, then Sarah. Then she grabbed her purse from the counter, took out a business card, and held it against her phone.
“What’s going on with grandma?” Sarah demanded. “Is she alright?”
“She might have to come stay with us for a while, “said her mom. “I’m not sure but it seems there’s no other choices.”
“Doesn’t she have the right to?” said Sarah, picking her cup up from the table. “Just call back and tell her we are on our way.”
“I did that already Sarah!” yelled her mother. “Go ahead and eat breakfast before your bus comes.”
“Dad, can you tell her?” asked Sarah.
“You should stay out of this one,” said her dad. “Your mom and I will figure out what’s best. She just might need to be around more family. It actually wouldn’t be so bad having her around here again. Now eat so you can go!”
But Sarah could hardly eat because her mind was on her grandma finally coming back home. Sarah’s mom put her phone and the card from her purse on the kitchen counter, and looked at Sarah. “It’ll work itself out. Anything new going on today?”
A minute later the school bus arrived, Sarah hoped out of her seat, grabbed a piece of toast from her plate, picked her book bag up from the floor behind her seat, and waved goodbye to her parents. The bus was full of loud school children laughing and excited about their last week of classes for the school year.
The front door slammed shut as Sarah ran towards the bus.
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