"So children, it's time to decorate the table!"

Distressed faces stared at me.

"But grandma, you can't just stop narrating the story."

With tears in my eyes, that have come up while telling them about my past life, I glanced into the face of my granddaughter and gave her a smile.

"I want to know, what happens to Bo..."

"Eddy, Sarah, stop forcing grandmother to go on, don't you see that she's crying?"

My little Eddy blinked with his eyes innocently and checked my face, if the fact, Charly had mentioned, was true. I could recognize in his thoughtful stare, that thousands of questions were passing his mind.

Maybe..
Why is granny crying?
What did I do wrong, that she is crying now?

Wiping away my tears I forced a smile to make my grandchildren happy again. All three of them seemed very exhausted, even if I had only been narrating for an hour.
Then suddenly it hit me like lightning.

How dare I tell them such stories, that might lead to nightmares?

It's horrible, what I've told them, but it's the naked truth.
That's what I told them. The whole and horrible truth. How can these little kids ever cope with this?

That's not what grannys do right?
Grannys give their grandchildren sweets, they donate many presents to them, and they tell them cute bedtimes stories about princesses and unicorns. Maybe even dinosaurs.

But definitely not about huge waves, that destroy everything, the houses, the trees, humanbeings.

I choked up again and tears filled my eyes.

"I don't think I'll go on telling you this story."

I had expected everything, from annoyed complaints to disappointed pouts.
But they were just sitting next to me, staring at me and my tears, keeping silent.

Then Eddy finally destroyed the awkward silence.

"Is it you?"

Confused I frowned my forehead.

"What do you mean?"

Charly answered for Eddy who was looking at the ground now, so he wouldn't have to keep eyecontact with me.

"The young, beautiful lady, that was confident, friendly and had a huge heart?"

Charly smiled slightly, took place next to me and grabbed my hand, to let it rest between her petite hands.
She had grown old, my little girl.
My head fell onto her shoulders, resting there for a while. She didn't act like a child, but like a bestfriend, who could understand you.

"What happened to them?"

In Eddy's eyes I could see Bo, they were so alike. So little, but still they both have their will, they would both always give everything else up for that one goal they want to reach.

If it's Eddy, who won't sit still until I keep on telling the story, or if it's Bo who was risking everything, to save us.

Some people call these kids exhausting and annoying.

But one of these kids saved my life.
These kids won't give up on you, if you once won their hearts.

There is nothing that is more precious to me than my grandchildren. I can't influence them in a bad way with my story.

"Grandma, this story won't harm us in any way."

Charly had read my mind once again. The teenager glanced into my face, full with love and understanding.

"Granny please finish the story. I thought you once told us, that we shouldn't give up on what we started."

I had to chuckle by Sarah's words. Is she starting to teach me the things I taught her a long time ago? Adorable.

"Don't give up on your story. Don't give up on working up your past."

Thunderstruck I flinched back, and wrapped my hands tighter around the cushion I was holding.

She was right.

She couldn't be more right.

What I was doing wasn't telling my grandkids a story, it was processing my own life, with which I couldn't cope with up until now. Ok, not even now, otherwise I wouldn't have such difficulties while narrating.

"Please go on telling us about your life."

Tears started streaming down my cheeks and I wiped them away aggresively with my apron. Afterwards I let my eyes wander over my shoes and mumbled: "I can't."

Of course, I didn't want my grandchildren to hear those tragic story.

But to be honest...

It is mostly me, who is unable to hear the story. My past is connected with too much pain, too much loss.

I'd rather read about princesses and unicorns. This is more educating anyways.

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How do you like the granny p.o.v ? :3