I remember going into our Grandmother’s apartment when I was really little, plus she had the most beautiful wood furniture I had ever seen! Now that I’m older, I’m finding it hard to suppose that she really allowed us to play on the furniture! I remember a single time when she got really frustrated with our sibling plus I, because the people I was with and I had taken our wax crayons plus painted all over the chairs, however when she asked why the people I was with and I thought it was necessary to paint her wood furniture, the people I was with and I really calmly told her that the people I was with and I wanted to make it more beautiful for her.
- She gave us big hugs plus told us not to touch the wood furniture with crayons, however if the people I was with and I legitimately wanted to help she would give us each a cotton towel plus the people I was with and I can really carefully wash the crayon off.
We both looked at each other oddly, because the people I was with and I knew that what the people I was with and I were doing was cleaning up our mess. I look back on that time now plus I miss our Grandmother. She once told me when I got older that it was the original furniture that her mother plus father had bought when they got married almost 80 years earlier. When she passed away she plus Grandpa had been married 60 years which made the wood furniture almost 140 years old. In her will, the wood furniture was to be given to our sibling plus I. She said she knew that the people I was with and I would take care of it plus the lawyer handed each of us a cotton cloth. We burst out laughing because the people I was with and I were the only a singles who understood the story of the cotton cloth.