Personal Narrative: Striving For Grandmother

It was a hot, sticky evening at Grandpa’s cabin with Mom, when Mom said, “Let's go Larissa. Grandpa is in the treestand.” That was the cue to load up into the truck.We were going to slyly sneak out to get the ingredients for a special sweet treat for Grandpa. Grandpa was a kind man. He loved us like no other person could explain. Mom was like him too. I was just plain old me always smiling like usual . That day it was, well, just about perfect. Mom and I were helping grandpa with his cleaning because he had a lot of work to do. So we wanted to show our appreciation by helping him with his very hard work.The hard work was making me sweat like I was in the desert. We decided to make moist banana bread and banana cupcakes with cream