by LYNAE
Once upon a time in a run-down apartment in urban Indianapolis, a family of three lived. There was a father and his two children, Howard and Grethen. However, their father was never home and his kids were always hungry. An elderly woman — she told all the neighbors to call her “Grandma” — had been living there for only a few months when she found out they hadn’t been getting enough food. She was appalled by the discovery, y’know how grandmas are.
“You hungry kids?” she asked them, so sweetly the children thought they tasted honey in their mouths.
“Yes,” Howard said, “All we have are Ramen noodles. The chicken ones.” Gretchen nodded her head in agreement.
Still, Grandma smiled. “Come over for dinner around six, kids,” she told them. “I’ll cook you a real nice meal.”
That night, she made the kids a delicious meal of turkey, yams, baked macaroni and cheese, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. The kids only ate like that once a year during Thanksgiving. It was July! For the next few weeks, the kids came over for dinner every night. Their father thought it was a nice gesture and it was less he has to worry about. At least, that’s what he thought.
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