Ashling L

My grandma is walking me to school. Her hands are soft, the skin is loose and feels cold. She's wearing her blue and red blouse and her pearls. The trees lining the school grounds are turning fire colours. Dry leaves crunch under my feet. I'm wearing my Babar raincoat, the one with the fuzzy lining, and carrying my Babar backpack. I can smell my grandma's talcum powder and perfume. When I look up at her, the sunshine makes her perm look like it's glowing. Once we're at the school gates she tells me to "Work hard, be good, and remeber that you're a Ligate!" Grandma doesn't give kisses but instead gives me a little hug. She's so bony and small. I know she loves me.