I’ve decided to do something a little different today. I’m going to post the fist few moments of my novel. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet so feedback of course is welcome, please just be respectful Thank you, and I hope it’s enjoyable.
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I never expected my life to be anything less than simple, which I suppose is a normal expectation from a naive child growing up in the company of overly sheltered grandparents. They didn’t even get cellphones till I left for college in 2010 and that was only because I convinced them it was the only way they would be able to contact me. Don’t get me wrong, I love Gran and Po with all my heart especially after how they comforted me during my mother’s passing, but growing up with them was not an easy task.
My grandparents were the first of our family to move to the States from Ireland, Po was offered a fishing job from an old war friend who was to ill to run the place and Po being the gent he always has been. Gran wasn’t thrilled of course, she didn’t like the fact that she would have to leave behind the familiar land that her family held for centuries. However, even till this day I don’t think she regrets her decision to follow Po after all they’ve been married since she was only 15 years old. “She was mad over heels in love with me I tell ‘ye!” Po would shout so enthusiastically at me whenever I would ask him how he and Gran met.
Now Po was always much different than Gran and sometime he made me truly believe opposites attract. I love my Gran but she has always been kind of a traditional hard-ass. If things were not done to her standards and to her request, well then you’d better run quick. I recall getting the glare from her as a child every time I took a single step into her garden out back. “You step on those roses and I’ll step on ye little bottom!” She’d yell out to me from the kitchen window. Though she was a shorter woman, she still manage to scare the daylights out of me with her snappy voice. Her bark was always worse than her bite but I’ll tell you; sometimes you still questioned her. Po on the other hand was just laid back. We always wonder why he even join the military and more importantly how he manage to stay in for 10 years without changing into a completely different person. “Love kept me sane my wee lass.” he would tell me. “In order to make it through such tidiest times one mustn’ forget why he is fightin’. I had ye sweet Gran to keep my feet along and my heart a’roain.” My mother always loved to hear Po talk about his love for Gran; in fact I think that’s one of the main reason she fell in love with my father even though Gran forbid it; my mother was a hopeless romantic.
Thanks again. Let me know what you think honestly
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