My grandma has a new friend now and I don’t like her. Before she came, grandma would make me delicious cookies. But now she doesn’t even remember my name. Don’t get me wrong she is still very nice. Last time I went to her house she made me eat five apples. I told her you just gave me an apple but she made me eat another one.
There is this one story she tells me every time I see her. When my uncle was very little. The dentist wanted to pull his tooth out but he was scared. Grandma wanted to show him it is not scary so she asked the dentist to take one of her tooth out first. I don’t think the doctor should’ve listened. When I told my uncle he didn’t remember the story and then mom told me it was my other uncle and grandma doesn’t remember the names correctly. I think it must be her new friend who makes her forget things.
Grandma doesn’t bake cookies anymore too. Last time she wanted to bake a cookie she poured our dishwashing liquid instead of sunflower oil. I don’t know why that night mom cried till morning. Maybe she really missed grandma’s cookies. But I don’t care that she doesn’t bake cookies anymore. I don’t care that she doesn’t remember me. I’ll remember for both of us. I know she still loves me. If she didn’t love me she wouldn’t make me eat a lot of apples.