Chapter 11
I decided to visit my mom and Gram. After my rough day, I needed a little comfort. Mom would not offer much but at least being in my childhood home surrounded by familiar things might make me feel better. If Gram wasn't too busy with Mom she would sit down and chat with me. I prayed she was baking, her cookies were amazing.
I left the city and hit 69 to I75 north to the Pierson Road exit and headed toward Flushing. My mother and grandmother lived in one of the quaint Victorians on the outskirts of downtown Flushing. The city had once been beautiful. An idyllic setting for growing up had my life not been plagued with so much drama and unease. I called Flushing storybook land because it was so picturesque. I created stories of how perfect my life would have been if my dad had not died during the Hysteria and my mom hadn't withdrawn from the world.