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Jesse. I’m five years old, and that's my name. Sometimes I hate it. It makes Granny frown, she tells stories about a man named Jesse, a man I never knew but who left behind a lingering shadow.
He used to work with my grandpa until an incident where he lost his arm. Granny tells of him as a no-good scumbag. Mama tells stories of the same man, but whenever she speaks of Jesse, she makes him sound like a great man.
Granny is not my actual grandma, she’s Mama’s grandma, but I still call her Granny when I see her because that’s what Mama does.
My real grandpa took his own life, as well as my grandma’s. When Jesse lost his arm and got fired, Grandpa became very sad, and eventually, he went insane.
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Uddrag
The gravel makes its signature crunchy sound as we park in the driveway. The house is 2 stories high and made of gray, wooden planks.
There is also a roofed terrace on the front side of the house and an oak door with a brass door knocker. The house looks very simple, but it is ours nonetheless.
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Mama comes home late most days, so I make dinner most evenings. But today, Mama was home early. “Today is a special day,” she says, giving me the run-of-the-mill hug and forehead kiss.
I ask her what she means. “Well, we have been living in the house for a year now,” she says, smiling. I think about our tiny Cincinnati apartment that we lived in before.
Sometimes I miss the city life and the proximity of everything. But I like the silence at night here. We also visit Granny more often since she lives close by.
Every time we do visit, I can feel tension between Mama and Granny. I think something has happened in the past between them, but when I bring it up, they either deny it or go silent.
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