A short paragraph about my grandma
My grandma loved Big Red. As a child, I knew there would always be cans of it in the fridge. When the fridge was empty of the sweet red liquid, she would take me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom. She would sit down her rocking chair and point to the space underneath her bed. I would get on my stomach and shimmy under the bed to find the hidden box filled with cans. My mother tried to ban me from drinking soda, but my grandma ignored her and indulged my sweet tooth.