February 5th 11:52pm - Grandpa
During my childhood, my grandpa lived with my immediate family for an instant. Back in ancient times before cell phones, he babysat us one night. I informed Grandpa I was going to spend the night at a friend’s house and, as customary, he smiled and nodded. I repeated myself to ensure he comprehended (sometimes his hearing aid wasn’t turned on). Again, smile and nod. When my friend and her dad arrived at the door, I notified Grandpa I was leaving to spend the night at my friend’s house. Grandpa shuffled towards the door as I exited. My parents returned hours later and questioned Grandpa when only two of three children were in their beds. Grandpa’s reply: the third kid got kidnapped. My friend’s dad was the nicest, most intimidating, oversized tattooed Mexican. Grandpa sincerely believed I had been kidnapped.