Then, her greedy ass kids come to visit...lurking and looming with questions in their eyes, while massaging shallow pockets as to when the reaper will pay a call. See im the oldest granddaughter out of 13 and she considers me to be her kid....well her kids hate that notion and me even more. My nana owns the three family we live in, im on the premises, see her every day and handle her business affairs, while they live their selfish, reclusive lives in their OWN homes. The idea that this house could me mine someday, has caused such angst that they dont even speak to me now. I would love to tell them all how i REALLY feel but I choose to keep the peace for my nana. I have to channel her God fearing spirit and loving heart every time i feel like pimp slappin one of her kids. My mother and I are the only ones on the same page about nanas quality of life so at least I have one person tryin to hold me down.
Anyway...now we have third floor tenants who were supposedly friends, trying to give us the business on the rent, acting all brand new about how we roll in this house. OMG the chic had the nerve to call the police on Mista...and that is a story ill have to hit yall with later cause...um...nana beckons...LOL!
Peace and love yall!