Personal Narrative-My Grandma Is Going To Broadway

My Grandma is Going to Broadway

The usher is walking us to our seats, row H seat twelve and fourteen. We sit down and I look around. I look behind me and see all other seats just like ours. The red fabric seats are endless. I look in front of me and see the depth stage. I reach out and grab a familiar hand. The warmth running through me. I look up and see her. Our eyes meet. Beyond the old glasses is a sea of brown. These pearls are full of kindness, knowledge, and have seen many things. Her white-toothed smile is intoxicating to anyone who looks at it; sometimes, you can even see your own reflection in them. I close my eyes and smell her sweet perfume: Angel. Her aroma swims through the air making its way to new noses. My theatre buddy and I sit and wait for the curtains to open. “Will this one be better than the last?” she always asks. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” she continues. The light dims and the curtain opens, and she gives me a kiss on the cheek. Grandma Arlene, or as we the grandchildren call her, Bubbarlene, is the best theatre buddy you could ask for. Bubbarlene is one of the funniest
Grandma Arlene answers all of my questions, no matter the subject. She answers my Broadway questions, politics, and even culture questions. When she does not know the answer to my question, which is hardly ever, we research it and find the answers ourselves. My grandma gives me great advice. She always tells me right from wrong, and what to do to make my parents happy. Another thing she does is tells us great life lessons. One great life lesson she taught me was “You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life”. I live by this lesson every day. She taught me that you may have many bad days, but that is what makes the good days even better. My grandma, the “wise owl”, is great at telling us many lessons to live by and great at answering my