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Grandparents are here!

Grandparents are here! - Lucille Quigley

From Bonaventure station, to all the way home, my parents discussed about dental whitening and things like that. Their rambling made me think that they were trying to avoid the subject. I was convinced that they were keeping themselves busy chatting in order to avoid an awkward moment. I sense these things.

I played along. I never mentioned anything about the divorce or the kids. I assumed the driver’s role and kept quiet for most of the length of the trip. Whenever they asked my opinion on something, I replied monosyllabically yes or no, depending on the question.

I did not wish to get involved in their nonsense. I had my own mess to deal with. Plus the days when I cared about what they had to say about my life were gone. To be honest, even when I was a teengaer, I did not use to care much about their opinion. I was very determined, not to say stubborn.

Once I got home, I continued to play my role as a driver. I got off the car first and rushed to help them get down. I opened their doors and attended to them. While they were heading towards the front door, I went to get their suitcase from the back of the car. I opened the trunk and I grabbed it. That suitcase was way over thirty kilograms. I wondered how were they able to lift it up and get on the train with it. I imagined someone must have helped them, maybe a station attendant or another passenger.

Since it was too heavy to carry it, I pulled it all the way to the front steps. Then I climbed the steps one by one. I made small breaks after each three steps, as I felt my back hurting. Also I was not in a hurry to go inside and continue the charade.

When I got in, I saw my youngest daughter. She was surprised to see me carrying the suitcase. I guess she was expecting her dad to do it. As soon as our eyes met, I saw a sudden veil of sadness covering her face. She realized that he hadn’t show up. She turned around and came running towards me in order to help me with the suitcase. My parents were too busy inspecting the house to observe her reaction. It was for the better, I think. Otherwise I would have had to hear mom adding a new topic on her endless list of complains.


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A technology fanatic who is also crazy about little jars of creams, Lucille is THE columnist who crashes the trendy cocktail parties looking for exclusive content. Her life, of which she savors every moment, plunges her into the world of the most interesting innovations on the market today. Her blog invites you to discover her favourites and her moods.