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Sweet fall by tillie cole
Sweet fall by tillie cole




She made me laugh as she scurried out every morning still wearing her pink rollers in her grey hair and her purple house apron. I knew it was to hide the smell of her cigarettes that she sneaked out into the alley to smoke. I dropped my pink rucksack on the floor, walked over, and jumped up onto her lap. Sit on my lap,” she said, waving for me to come to her, placing the picture frame on the red-carpeted floor. Grandma said Mammy will see me doing that from heaven. I still make sure to kiss her picture beside my bed every night, though. Mammy died when I was born, and Grandma and Daddy just get upset whenever I ask about her, so I don’t ask anything anymore. I loved my grandma so much.Īs I walked closer, I noticed she was holding an old picture of Mammy. My grandma had the kindest smile that I’d ever seen she could light up the room with just one grin. My grandma lifted her head and smiled a sad smile.

sweet fall by tillie cole

He was always in the pub since the scary lady that was sometimes on the television shut down the mines the year I was born and my daddy got sad.

sweet fall by tillie cole

I moved forward and looked around the room.

sweet fall by tillie cole

My grandma was in the front room of our small house, sitting on her old brown armchair with her head in her hands. To our team, the Seattle Seahawks, for inspiring this story.Īnd to the people of Alabama (especially those who support the Crimson Tide), for having the best freakin’ accent in the world!Īll Fraternities and Sororities, and their processes of rushing and initiation in this novel, have been exaggerated and used fictitiously, and are in no way based upon, or reflect, any actual existing chapter. To my husband-together from being teens, and still my Sweet Home.






Sweet fall by tillie cole