Life is Good With Nana

Nana was a 4ft 105 soaking wet but she was a force to be wrecken with. Her son knew when she came there was no point in fighting. She always came to the rescue when things were bad. This time was no different.

She brought my sister and I to her trailer and got us new clothes. She made rooms for each of us so we didnt have to sleep on the couch. Walking in her home always felt safe. The smell of downy and cinnamon was comforting. My favorite was the candy dishes filled with "old people" candies and watching Wheel Of Fortune with her.

Unfortunately, my "dad" stayed with Cindy instead of coming with us. I didn't notice. I never noticed much when I was with my nana. She was my favorite person, aside from my Pappy and "dad", to be around. I don't know if there was a reason he didn't come or not. I don't like to use hear-say as fact. I just know he wasn't there.

I don't rememebr when he came to Nanas. I don't remember a lot of things from back then. I remember The move to the run down apartment complex. My nana wasnt thrilled but it was a roof over our head and my "dad" was no longer with Cindy so she was content. She wouldnt be for very long.

Months went by and I made friends with the neighborhood kids. They didnt seem to care that I wore nothing that matched and my hair was rarely brushed. I caught lice from school and my nana shaved my head. I got beat up by kids because i looked like a boy. Thats when I started to hate myself.

The neighborhood kids were not as judgemental as the "outsiders" were. We all were living in that black mold infested dump with our own parent(s) having issues. It was nice to feel accepted. Even if it was for a short while.

My "dad" made friends with the hillbillies down the street. They stole my scooter that same year, but hey who cares right? As long as my "dad" had a reason to be a human I didn't care.

One night I was playing "Putt Putt Racing" on the windows 98 computer we had. The sour smell and cigarette smoke started to burn my eyes. I remember the distant looks my "dad" would give me when I told him my eyes burned. He wasnt sleeping on the couch for the first time in months, I did try my best to not complain but my eyes hurt.

I went back to the computer after being ignored. It wasnt long after that a loud bang on the door occured. It was my nana. She was pissed. I don't know how the conversation went but I know i ended up at her house for a few nights. Life wasn't so bad, I had my nana.

When I went back I never saw the hillbillies again. Which was nice because I didn't like them anyways. They smelled like oil, stale cigarettes, and cat piss. When they spoke I felt like speaking to toddlers, not a vibe to be honest.

My "dad" went back to being severely depressed never leaving the couch unless to use the restroom or his occaional calls. On his good days we would play Roller Coaster Tycoon and he would sit me on his lap and pretend to be a roller coaster. We would listen to T.A.T.U and he would tell me how much he loved me.

Somtimes I miss those days.