Maggie is an energetic seven year old girl, and Martha is her mother. The summer she turns seven, Maggie goes with her mother to her grandma's house in San Antonio, Texas, just expecting to have fun. But that's not all that's in store for her. Sometimes, a visit to Grandma's can change your life.
It was thrilling, yet scary.
It was exciting, yet new.
It was amazing, yet interesting.
And it was because he came into her life-and her heart.
Well, technically, she came to him, unknowningly, of course. It all started when she went to visit her Grandma Anne, in San Antonio, Texas.
"Hi Grandma!" she said, running to her grandma to give her a hug. Her grandma smiled as her grandaughter's arms wrapped around her.
"Hello Maggie. Oh, you've grown so big since I've seen you last! How old are you now? Five? Six?" To tell the truth, she couldn't remember her granddaughter's age, and that saddened her greatly.
"Seven!" Maggie exclaimed happily.
"Wow you're seven!" Grandma Anne said with the same amount of enthusiasim as her seven-year-old granddaughter.
'Had it really been two years since I've seen her last?' Grandma Anne thought, amazed at how much time had passed by.
"Well, come in then." Grandma Anne said, ushering her daughter Martha, and Maggie into her home. Maggie looked around.
"Nothing changed!" Maggie announced, running up the stairs to where she knew she would be sleeping.
"Careful on the stairs, Maggie!" Martha warned worriedly.
"Ok!" Maggie yelled back gleefully, already up in her room. Maggie looked around and sighed happily. She was happy to see her Grandma, and she couldn't wait to find out what they were going to do while they were there. She sighed and took in the smell of the house, which smelled of cinnamon, just like it had, two years prior. She loved the smell of cinnamon. Downstairs, Grandma Anne, and Martha talked.
"It's so nice to see you again, Martha." Anne said.
"You too, Mom." Martha replied.
"I can't believe how Maggie has grown!" Anne noted.
"Yes, well, she is tall for her age." Martha said, smiling proudly.
"So, how has life been?" Anne asked.
"It's been ok, I guess. It was kind of hard for Martha when George died, but she got through it." Martha said sadly.
"She looks like a strong-willed little girl to me." Anne said. "She'll be fine. The question is, will you be fine?"