The other day I had two options for what I could do: Go visit my grandmother on my mother’s side, or go visit my grandmother on my father’s side. I did not want to make the choice because either way I’ll have some guilt. I decided to go with my mother for a visit, although I had wanted to go with my father as well. While we spent most of the day over there I kept thinking about my choice. It’s moments like these that I always hate being the one that makes the choice.
Later that evening around dinner time I had asked my father if they were back home yet. When he told me they were I had took a walk for a couple blocks and went to go visit him and my little sister, as well as their dog. When I got to the house I had went straight to the basement and nobody else besides them knew I was there. I had spent almost an hour there just talking and messing around with their dog and my little sister. Everyone was surprised that I decided to come over out of nowhere. When I had sat down to talk to them, their dog had done his usual and started to lick me. The one thing this dog does that the other two here do not do at all. Everyone, including myself was laughing as that happened. After I had gone upstairs and said hello to everyone else I started to get ready to leave. On my way out my father had started to walk with me up till the main intersection. That’s when I gave him a hug and thanked him for allowing me to come for a visit. Coming up when I will be at my grandmothers for a couple days i will more likely walk back over there again at least once.
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