My mother tells me we are going to have brunch with my family — her brothers and sisters — on Saturday morning. She tells me that brunch is at 8 so I should wake up at 7 or even 6:30. I tell her that’s not brunch, it’s breakfast, and it’s too early. She gets annoyed with me and insists that I go.
The following morning we get in the car and drive, but instead of getting breakfast, we stop at a store on the side of the road. Inside, all of my grandmother’s things have been arranged like it’s a store, and my family members are going through them all, looking for things they want. My mother tells me that I should look through her belongings and select some things that I want.
There are many beautiful things in there and I want to spend some time looking through them all carefully. But my mother is impatient because she’s already been through the items and she doesn’t want to stand around. I feel anxious and pressured to choose things quickly. I’m trying to find some items that I can remember my grandmother by.
