The last day grandma showed up at my house, unexpectedly, she was angry--again, as usual.
She parked her car in the driveway of my house. We stood in the drive and talked a few minutes.
She wouldn't come in, (as usual)
My feelings turned to sympathy for her instead of the
heart racing fear and anxiety I'd always felt before for all those years of my life
when she flew into a rage over something, anything be it real, imaginary, current or
past issue being the source of her madness.
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