“You look so chubby.” She pinched my cheeks once. “What have you eaten in the past two weeks?”
“Am I?” My cheekbones hurt. It was so hard to smile.
Category: Fiction
Story from a Grandson
Ditto lifted his right leg, resting on the other one which stepped on the office’s floor swathed in maroon carpet. His eyes suddenly fixated on a small frame which had been months sat on his desk. It was a gold colored frame—reminding Ditto of the day when the photo was taken. The picture was taken twenty-two years ago, when he was 5 years old. The joyful day for both Granny Nancy and Teddy; it was their 35th anniversary.