Dear Diary: Dana here, my Gram is funny. I just have to talk about going grocery shopping with her. My brother and I hate it. She makes us add up all the prices of her groceries back and forth. You’d think I’d be better at math but nope. Anyways if the cashier is off by a penny my Grammy starts yelling something that sounds like “ill odd e boon dean e yak”*. My Grammy speaks Syrian i don’t know what that means but she always looks mean, I feel bad for the cashier. I mean it’s only a penny.
There was this one time when I said I wanted to look at the fountains in the Mall near the grocery store. I was watching people close their eyes and throwing money in the fountains, making wishes. I wished I had money, so I rolled up my sleeves and scooped some out. I went to show my gram, she laughed and shook her head and said “Uck ya ulla”** then asked me to go get her some too.
I also remember this one time we were leaving and gram backed out of a space and bumped a shopping cart. That cart sped real fast out the parking lot into the middle of the street and Gram just kept driving telling me and my brother that if the collector was actually doing his job, this would’ve never happened.
Well, till another day Diary
Dana M. Hedrew “Over & Out”
* Phonetic Syrian translated to I curse you to hell.
**Phonetic Syrian Translated to Oh my God.