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I’m not her keeper

The old bag is encouraging ot the most wisdom out of all of us, even when Grandma was alive

“I’ll think about it,” I tell her as we make our way into the kitchen, the house quiet for a weekend I wonder where everyone has gone before finding a note on the kitchen counter

It’s a letter scrawled in : GONE TO THE GROCERY STORE AND TO HOME DEPOT, WON’T BE GONE PAST 11 TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING

It’s cute that Mom still writes handwritten notes I cru bin

Taking advantage of a quiet house, I go to ht back from my studies abroad, remove items from my suitcase that I want to display on a shelf

Slow your roll, pal Maybe you shouldn’t get too comfortable here

I glance around the bedrooly stuck in a time warp of my childhood with scientific studies, accolades, and inspirational posters neatly pinned to the wall

It’s weird I was only gone for one se around this bedroo? Uncorown out of it, yet I haven’t I’m still the same science-driven kid but not the sa on my desk chair and place my hands on my hips

There’s a bracelet encirclingit on a shelf next to ht next to a tall Academic Decathlon trophy It’s one of h school career Myladies dust therime

Did I ot as a freshe party—think her nah I never once was fortunate enough to bump into her on campus I know she was a cheerleader for the football teaame to see her

Alright, that’s a total lie—I did totally consider going to a game to see her, but I didn’t want to be a creep I’ing around I would probably give her stalker vibes

I give the bracelet another cursory glance, its green and pink strands a little reh h day or night or week, I would wear it and it would give ift froave me confidence