Grandest Grows Up by Charmaine Gordon
Cassidy Rae sang as she drove the last mile to her favorite and only Grans in the world. “Don’t Stop Thinkin’ about tomorrow, yesterday’s gone, yeah, yesterday’s gone.” She thought, so true as she pulled into the long driveway with an American flag waving in the spring breeze as if Grans welcomed her. My Grans doesn’t even know I’m here! She laughed to herself, grabbed her duffel bag, closed the worn Pontiac door and hurried up the steps. Of course the door flew open at her touch.
She called, “Granny, I’m here.” No response. She sniffed the aroma, followed it to the kitchen to lift the cover of soup cooking. Oh yeah and hooray! Barking at the back door came from Tommy, the big white and brown pit bull. “Hey Tommy, what’s the problem?” He ran back and forth as if to beckon her. CR raced through the path toward the woods where she saw a bent foot, heard a familiar cry from the one she loved best.