Grandmother gone?

«We’re not going to miss her!», he said. I sat in the kitchen. My hair hung loose, grandmother used to force my long hair into two tight braids. Grandfather was making a soup. Actually he did everything. She, always stuck in the chair in the living room. There she fell asleep for good, in the middle of a sneeze.
«I’ll be back soon.» Grandfather took grandmother’s glasses and left the kitchen. The smell of the soup filled the room.
«Finally, this is me,» said grandfather. I turned around. There he stood smiling, grandmother’s glasses on his nose, dressed in grandmother’s dress.

Submitted to Friday Fictioneers.

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