The Ghost of My Grandma

Gee Ma would wake up just as mothers do and go check on my sister to find her sleeping soundly, but the rocking chair. It would be rhythmically rocking like there was someone watching over my sister sleeping. This woman became an ally and appeared to love my family. Eventually, my dad had a job opportunity to relocate. And so they left the house and my ghost, Gee Ma, behind before I was born.