Brandy
I was antsy and nervous on the drive.
My knee kept bobbing unconsciously. I clung onto Nate’s hand.
I had seen a few pictures of my grandfather holding me in the hospital when I was born, along with the pictures my mother had of him from her wedding and her youth, but that was it. Other than that, I hadn’t seen him.
What would he look like?
Would he have changed drastically, to where it would be nearly impossible to recognize him? Or had he aged gracefully?
When Timmy had been born, I had been staying with Nate’s family. So, I didn’t get to see him then either.
What would he think of me? What would I think of him?
“Brandy,” Nate called out softly, his fingers squeezing my hand to drag me out of my thoughts.
“Yes?”
“We are here.”
I looked around and saw we were parked and
