My grandma is special to me. We don’t call her Grandma we call her Gramalie. My dad goes their house a lot. When he says I’m going to Gramalies house, I race over where dad was standing. And I would ask if I could come too. He always says yes.

When we get to their house Gramalie comes over and gives me kisses. She leads me to the cookie jar. She always has some new cookies in the lion cookie jar. Then she say, “Would you like some hot chocolate Claire?” So I say exited “Oh, would I!” She makes homemade hot chocolate. She goes up stairs why’ll I fill my tummy up with her homade hot chocolate.

She brings down a bag with her old dresses. So we dress up in them and put on jewelry. Dad comes up and takes pictures. We laghf and laghf. Then she tells me a story that she knew scince she was a little girl. She gives me one more cookie to go. She gives me kisses and I say “I can’t wait to come back Gramalie!”