When Ruby’s daughter, Cindy, claims that her grandmother always has a ‘friend’ around, Ruby assumes that it’s someone she knows. But then, Cindy mentions that the ‘friend’ is named William — the exact name of Ruby’s father, who died a while ago. My family has always been tight-knit — I’m an only child, so I grew up extremely close to my parents.
They were at every field hockey game I played and attended every parent’s meeting at my school. And it didn’t stop when I went to college. They came over every third week, and Mom brought food.But when my father passed away, everything changed.
I have my own family now — a husband and a six-year-old daughter named Cindy. Since my father passed away, my Mom hasn’t been the same. Before, she was a “hippie” Mom who wore dungarees and painted almost everything in sight.
I loved it. I loved the spirit that came with it. But the day we buried my father, something changed.
That spirit died down, diminished to a shadow of herself. Now, my Mom wants to spend more time with us at home. She especially likes to spend time with Cindy and bond with her.
Sometimes, I drop Cindy off at my Mom’s place; sometimes,
she picks her up and drops her off after whatever adventure they’ve been on. But recently, whenever my Mom drops Cindy off, my daughter cries all the time and avoids her grandmother while Mom catches me up on what they did. I love my mother, so I’m not trying to make up any conspiracy theories about what happens when they’realone.
But even I’ll admit, it’s concerning. Recently, I decided to talk to Cindy about it all. Our favorite bonding activity is baking.
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