Living With My Grandmother

The day I received the news of my grandma being diagnosed Alzheimer’s was a emotional day. I didn’t have time to take in what was going on and I felt speechless. The news was thrown at me like it was nothing and after that it was all business. I was told that I would be taking a break working at our family restaurant and spending some time at my grandmother’s along with my cousin. At first I was a little confused because I thought to myself that I always spend my time there with her. But when my aunt mentioned being paid, I knew exactly what she was talking about. At first I didn 't know how to feel about basically becoming a caregiver for my own grandmother, I don’t think she knew how to feel about it either. The fact that I was being paid to stay with my grandmother was also strange. My mother was very much against the idea of me spending my days and nights at my grandma’s babysitting her. She thought that my aunt should just hire real caretakers and not sixteen year-old children. I felt as if I didn’t really have a say of whether or not I agreed to stay with her. Saying no to help my sick grandmother felt wrong, so I agreed and the next day I was learning the basics of how to live with my grandma. My aunt had been living there for …show more content…
I could hear the dog’s nails tapping on the wood floor from across the house. We mostly watched the news and old episodes of Criminal Minds, which wasn 't too bad. I could see that she felt uncomfortable because she knew what was going on but didn 't know how to talk about it with her granddaughter. So we just sat there all night not exchanging words or glances. She always looked at if she was a little child lost in a store. I could see the panic in her eyes because she didn’t know what was going on. This made me feel emotional but I felt odd showing that in front of her especially when she was probably feeling much worse. I had to look strong for