A piece I wrote for creative writing - thought I'd share it. :)
Hanna 's my grandmother but she'll never be “grandma.” Too country, she says. I think it makes her uncomfortable. Too soft. Hanna fits her much better. Hannas don't make cookies but they teach you to laugh. To a Hanna the world's like a mutt found, brought home, and needing a good scrubbing. It might not look like much and it might need some stern discipline but underneath there's a lot of goodness and potential. For a kid a Hanna is better than a grandma. She doesn't kiss your bruises, she teaches you to pick yourself up and not fall again. Or at least make a story out of your next tumble.
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