A Nice Girl

Samantha read The Great Gatsby, to her elderly grandmother Millie,again.

She sat with the book in one hand and her coffee mug in the other. Thesmall room was warm and cozy as the sun beamed through the window.Samantha took a sip of coffee and listened to the birds chirping and theticking of the wall clock. It was time to leave.

She kissed Millie on the cheek. “Okay, grandma, see you on Sunday.”

Samantha’s eyes teared as she left, knowing her grandmother no longerknew who she was, other than a nice girl who came to visit.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher