“Are you listening to me, or I am just talking to empty air?” granny’s voice sounded coming from a long distance and Jacob shook his head in an attempt to clear his head of the jumble of voices claiming his attention simultaneously.
Having dinner every Thursday night with granny was his routine, but he had so much going on in his life that he wasn’t able to give her full attention.
“I’m sorry granny, you were saying?” he asked contritely for he owed a huge debt of gratitude to his grandmother who had raised him after both his parents had passed away.
Finally, he emptied his overworked brain to listen to the small talk his grandmother was making, complaints about her health, tidbits of her daily life, and the exchange she had with neighbors.
As he hugged her and went on his way, he thought with gratitude that he had at least one family member who loved him for what he was and not what he could give her. He wouldn’t exchange her for all the money in the world with any of the high-powered friends and connections others around him craved.
Written in response to Six Sentences Story- Exchange, hosted by Denise of Girlie on the edge’s blog