Sold Out (GxG) (Editing)

Chapter 79

"Abuelita, do you miss abuelo?", she peered at me through her glasses.

Her little form lay on the mattress, tummy on the underside and legs dancing in the air.

"Sometimes.."

"Not all the time?"

I snickered, "I forget about him sometimes, I'm old.."

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"Abuelita, why does the King never do anything?", she says, taking my pawn with her king.

"Poor guy has arthritis.."

"What if the Queen has arthritis?"

"She doesn't.."

She looked up, almost instantly, "wot?"

I burst into giggles.

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"Abuelita?"

"Hmm?", I played with her short, ruffly hair as she lay on my lap.

"I turned down the film adaptation offer.."

"Aww, it was a good offer, honey. You should've thought about it!"

She turned to face me, dressed wearily yet formal. I slid her heavy glasses off her face.

"The idea of having your words turned into something of a mere visual.. of having a definite imagery be cast out of words you've woven with utmost care.."

"Movies are very different from books, mija.."

"Abuelita, movies are like drinks!", she sat straight up, "you down one, you feel shit in your gut and it's gone!"

"And books?", I smiled.

"Books are a whole meal.. and everytime it's a meal from a different part of the world, a different spice, a different tang.. how could I?"

"So you rejected it.."

"Yes.."

"Like the true author that you are.."

"Yes!", she cheered, "although the concept of a true author would be.."

"OKAAAY! Okay! You are right, I am wrong.."

"ALSO THE CONCEPT OF RIGHT AND WRONG-"

"ALEX!"

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"Abuelita, will you be my guardian?", she gazed at me with her bright blue, yearning eyes.

"Show me the paper", I smiled.

Scribbled in shaky handwriting were her parents' names.. prefixed with Late.

I signed my name under the guardian's slot, promising myself all the responsibilities that came with it.

"Congratulations!", my granddaughter cheered, "NicoleWest420 has made the advancement, Elder Guardian!"

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"Abuelita, do you regret.. anything in your life?"

The flies buzzed around the dimly lit room. Everyone else snored away.

"Not speaking up.. not fighting back.. letting things slide", she sighed, putting away her chain glasses.

Her frail body turned to face me. I felt vulnerable. The grandmother and granddaughter had it same.