Sweet Home Alabama: A Short Story Part Two

Saturday, October 20, 2012


Sweet Home Alabama: Part Two

A short story by myself on my travels to Alabama with J.



 As I walked up the sidewalk of the plant covered yard, I felt like I had been transported to a Japanese florist. John's grandmother, who was born in Japan, keeps her yard very neat and full of plants blooming with flowers. As we walked into the door, there were about 10 pairs of shoes in the foyer and a warm feeling flowing from the kitchen. I was greeted with new faces of John's uncle and wife along with two noisy girls.

John's grandmother is one of those Japanese ladies that I would not want to cross. She is much shorter than I am and walks in a duck fashion. She speaks with a very thick accent that makes some of her words hard to decipher. However her cooking is excellent. She only cooks Japanese meals, but it is some of the best I've ever tasted.

After all of the family arriving, we all ate lunch. The family is very large and people find anywhere to eat. The five kids get priority at the table both inside and outside. However, before sitting at the table, one of the girls was sitting on the stairs eating cheese. Her evidence was left stuck against the railing to be found my John's mom. We all got a pretty good laugh from that.

Monday morning rolls around very early since John wanted to make sure he got to work on time. After seeing him off, I was alone in the house. I laid back down but laying in an empty bed just doesn't feel right. Even laying in the living room reading a book didn't quite feel right. Even though I was staying with John and his family for two weeks, having him leave me for work still seems sad.

Later in the week, John's sister, Erika, and I had planned a girls evening. I don't get many girls nights anymore, so I was very excited. We crafted and talked about all kinds of things. It was nice to be able to talk about girly things and just get to know my future sister-in-law. We lost track of time and didn't get back to the house until late at night. John is not used to having to wait for me to get home. He was not happy that I got home so late. Unfortunately this wasn't the only time we weren't happy with each other, but it does get better.

To be continued...


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