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Unashamed Of Grandma - by A.B.King



   Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Jimmy. He was raised in a Christian family and was fortunate to have good Christian parents.   One day Jimmy had to go for a neighborhood picnic. It was the coolest social event in their city as far as Jimmy was concerned. They had all the fun and games, all the fabulous food and all the kids in all the schools in their area would be there. It was a place that you could not afford not to be cool as far as Jimmy was concerned.   Jimmy was excited about going until his parents told him that his Grandma who had just come a day before would have to go with him and stay with him all through the picnic.Jimmy was most disappointed. He loved Grandma but this was a different matter. As far as he was concerned, this was ridiculous. Grandma smelt like Grandma. Grandma was old. Grandma wouldn’t know what cool is if it walked right past her and said, Hi.   Grandma would kill all the cool points I earned for myself all through the semester; Jimmy taught.   Jimmy tried to convince his parents to change their minds, but their decision was final and absolute.   Before the time for him to go for the picnic, Jimmy went outside to talk to some of his friends who lived in the neighborhood and where sure to be at the picnic.   When Jimmy told them about what his parents said. They told him to be stubborn and refuse to let his Grandma follow him for the picnic because if he did so he would be laughed at and automatically become a nerd.   Jimmy’s friends picked out reason after reason as to why he shouldn’t let his Grandma go with him.   Eventually, the time for Jimmy to follow his Grandma came and he was still talking to his friends outside.   Jimmy’s Grandma called him by shouting really loud that he should come so that they would go.   Jimmy pretended not to hear, but Grandma just turned up her shouting; and her voice echoed so much that Jimmy had to answer. As he turned and started running towards his Grandma, Jimmy fell dow real hard. Then a peculiar thing happened. Jimmy noticed that his so – called friends laughed at him but his Grandma ran towards him with nothing but concern and worry on her face. She dusted him off and made sure he had no cuts and bruises. However, Jimmy’s so – called friends were still laughing.   Jimmy now realized that the people he would be trying to impress by not going to the picnic with his Grandma hated him. However, his Grandma loved him.   That very moment, Jimmy decided to go to the picnic with his Grandma.   Whether Grandma was cool or not, Grandma loved him; and he was not going to turn his back on someone who loves him because of people who don’t. He was not going to be ashamed of his Grandma anymore.
The End.


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