Before she put me on the train Mom warned me that she supported Grandma all the way and not to come crying to her if I didn't like my summer vacation....That made me wonder what she meant and by the time I got to Grandma's town I had a headache from worrying about it.Grandma met me with a pleasant smile but I could tell that behind it lay her determined look. In the car on the way home she started talking about if I was going to dress like a girls had I should act like one. She made me agree with. The younger me bursts through the front door of the tiny apartment shouting an over-joyed greeting to…the paperboy. The child me is crestfallen, and I feel that inside all over again and seeing this scene replayed made me remember why things like this stuck with you through life. Seven years after this, and I’ve moved up north to a new suburban place and school leaving everything I ever knew behind me. I’m walking through my front door after a strange unremarkable first day. I remember thinking. I tried to comfort her and to get her involved but she just wanted to be left alone. Even her mother and sister couldn’t get through to her. The week after the funeral was very quiet at our house. At night I tried to cuddle with her but she just pushed me away. I stayed home a few days after the funeral to keep her company but she wouldn’t communicate with me and I realized she had some issues with me that she wouldn’t discuss or enlighten me about. Finally, I had to go back to work, but before. " ....and Daxson said, "Sure, I'll be right here watching 'tv'..." andthat is when I tapped him on the shoulder and politely pointed towardsthe door saying, "I'll come get you in 10 minutes." And Daxson mumbled,"Eergg umm...ok that should be just enough time for me to get one in..."And he walked over to his room.So fast forward as Daxson and myself met up with our liason for a lightbreakfast and then went over to the gymnasium to check in for thetournament. Daxson seemed calm and confident at.