You know how some people adopt children from orphanages? Well, I decided to do something a bit differentI went and brought my grandma home from a care home.
Honestly, none of my friends or neighbours were on board with my decision. They all seemed to look at me as if Id lost my mind, whispering things like, Times are tough, and youve gone and taken that on as well? But deep down, I knewI still knowI did the right thing, no doubt about it.
Before, our family was four strong: me, my two girls, and my mum. Sadly, about eight months ago, my mum passed away, leaving just the three of us. Over those months, my daughters and I realised we still had heaps of time and energy to givewe wanted to help someone. I started thinking about an old school friend of mine. Instead of settling down and building a future, he ended up drinking himself into the ground by the time he was thirty. The worst part? Hed lived off his mums pension for booze, and when she finally put her foot down, he put her in a care home, sold her flat, and drank whatever he got from it.
That womanhis motherhas known me since I was a lad, and Ive known her just as long. Once a month, my girls and I would visit her with treats and bits and bobs. So, when I mentioned bringing her to live with us, my daughtersespecially the younger one, Emma, whos just fourwere over the moon. Emma actually squealed, Were going to have a granny again!
But you shouldve seen how happy she was when I asked. She cried so much with joy I had to calm her down and promise everything would be alright. Now, its been nearly two months since Granny moved in with us. We all absolutely adore her, and honestly, she has brought new life into our home.
The funny thing is, we cant figure out where on earth she gets all her energy! She must be pushing eighty, but shes up every morning at six and fills the house with the smell of freshly made pancakes or the sort of crepes she used to make for us when we were little.
