Collecting myself, I nod. “Yea, I am. I haven’t eaten since lunch this morning.” I tell her. “Get your things, and I’ll go and get some food started. Your Aunt Christi will show you to your room.” Grandma says.
Aunt Christi and I take my bags up, and when I walk into my room, I stare in awe. They have painted the walls to mimic the way they were when I was a small child. But the colors are darker than what they were. The color is a dark purple. And I love it!