My Grandmother's Bungalow

My grandmother's little two story bungalow sits at the foot of the mountain, its red roof hidden in the dense tree tops. My grandmother's lived here ever since she retired. Mam and dad wanted to buy her a house in the city, but she turned down all their offerings. She said she was used to living alone as she pleased. For all her life, grandma was a college professor. Her mind and her body were still sound, so dad agreed. We keep saying we'll spend a holiday here, but either dad would be busy, or i'd have something planned with my schoolmates couldn't cancel.