The Walks with Granny

My name is Annabella. I am 15 years old and when I was about eight I lost my grandmother. I did not think about it at the time. I mean everyone dies eventually and she was very old. I guess I did not understand then but now I do and the pain is even greater because I did not understand then.
I take a walk down the street. When I was younger my granny used to take these walks with me. She’d point out houses she liked and we’d talk. We usually ended up in the park and my grandmother used to buy me ice cream from the ice cream truck. She always told me to get whatever I wanted. I usually got one of those ice creams on the sticks that were covered in chocolate. The chocolate part used to get all over me and my granny would laugh and take my picture. Then we’d play in the park and walk home laughing.
As I walked past one of the houses that my granny always liked I took out a digital camera and snapped a picture of it. It was a big house with lots of windows and a balcony. It seemed pretty Victorian. I guess that could have been why granny liked it. She loved Victorian things
I ended up at the park. The same one I used to go to with my granny. I took out my digital camera again and snapped a picture of the park. The ice cream truck was there. I snapped a picture of it and then headed over and bought one of those ice creams that granny used to get me. I opened my wallet to pay the man and I see the picture of me in the park when I was little. Chocolate was all over my face and in my hand was the stick from the ice cream. I bought the ice cream and sat on a bench. I took out my camera and took a picture of it. Then I started eating it. The first bite of it made me kind of sad and gave me pain. I can’t explain it. It was a good kind of pain. When I finished I took out my camera and snapped a picture of myself. I was not covered in chocolate and my face did not look as happy as before. Suddenly I started crying. I don’t know why I just did. It was kind of a silent cry. But tears were coming out of my eyes. I must have looked a sight.
I imagined having a conversation with my granny. “Why are you crying?” She asked. “I don’t know,” I said, “because I miss you I guess.” “Don’t worry I’m in a better place now. A place where I can always keep my eyes on you. You are growing into a very beautiful young lady.” She answered me. She smiled. “But when you died it was like I did not even care.” I protested. “You were young. You did not understand.” She said
I left the park with a smile on my face I felt like I was a little girl again and next to me was my granny. She had her arm around me and was laughing. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” She said. “I know” I answered and I walked down the street laughing just like I used to.