The Rules Of Mistletoe Novel – The ringing in my ears is so annoying that I have no choice but to wake up. I check the time, “Who the f**k calls me at three in the morning?” I grumpily complain, then I stare at the screen and sigh, “Of course, she will be the one calling…” I sighed, and after missing the first call, I got on the first ring, the second.
“Hi, Grandma…” I said in a sleepy but cheerful voice. My grandmother is the bomb. “Oh, Elisa… I hope I am not interrupting you in your chores, darling…” she said, and I scrunched my eyebrows. No matter how long I have lived abroad, she never gets the time difference right.
I yawned, “No, Grams, I was sleeping. It is three in the morning…” I said, “What are you doing at that hour?” she asked, appalled. “You are young, yes, but you still need your beauty sleep,” she advised, making me laugh.
Is she for real? She was the one who woke me up with her call… I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, “Well, lucky for you, I am up… so what’s new, Grams?” I asked, “Oh, honey… I was calling you about something… but I don’t remember what it was… I am sure it will come to me…” she said, and my heart squeezed.
My grandmother is entirely functional, but her mind slips sometimes… I love her to pieces, but with her almost ninety years of age, the possibility of not having her around increases every day. That is why I don’t complain whenever she calls me at odd hours. “So, tell me… How have you been?” she asked, “I am doing great, Grams.
The fashion house I work for is planning a huge runway, and guess whose designs made the cut?” I said in a sing-song voice. “You are very talented. I am sure you got that from me. And your beauty comes from this side of the family…” she said matter-of-factly, despite me being a carbon copy of my mother.