Being homesick next door.

Tears in the dessert

 

Grandmother was not pleased at all when our father got a better job more in the south of the country. She made that very clear to our parents. We could hear these things while sitting on the edge of the stairs. And we could hear the negotiations too. So Big Sister and me knew already we would stay in our grand parents house for some months on our own before they were ready to tell us.

 

We were called by our parents for a talk and they explained what was going to happen. Our father got a far better job way down south. He had been travelling at the weekend between the place he was working and where we were living for a year. Even we could see that this was physically impossible. It was killing him. So the family was going to move to the city where he was working.

 

But the family was moving in February and that was a difficult time for school kids they said. It was far better for us to end the school year in the old school and then join the rest of the family. It was only till July and our grandparents were so very happy to take care of us in that period. We were 6 and 10 years old, so we were supposed to nod in agreement with this arrangement.

 

It was not a happy time for us. I hated everything about the city I was born in and we both missed our parents and our little sisters very much. Grandma missed the rest of the family too and she did nothing to conceal this. Coming from school she would be very inviting with tea and cookies, but the talks along with this were very disturbing for us. “Everybody is leaving me! In the end you will leave me too. I see the future quite clearly. You’ll be driving in your sports car through this street and you will point at this house and you will say something like: There’s an old pathetic woman living over there!” We assured her over and over again that this would never happen, but she would only shook her head and put on her favourite radio programme. It was called “The club with no name” and they played songs about orphans dying on the graves of their parents and children being beaten up by drunks.

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  • Yvonne B on Feb 10, 2010

    What a shame your parents did not realize how they should have been more open with you about their plans…….so sad! Maybe your grandma was even a little scared that something would go wrong and she would have to raise 2 more kids, something that might have scared her. Living so close to her child’s family and then they left “so far away” for her sake too I hope they wrote. Man, thank God for the phone and computer!!
    What a sad story, well written, my heart went out to you and your sister!

  • Debbie on Feb 10, 2010

    I want more!! Great storyline..it was very touching. I think it may be a prologue to a book???

  • Froukje on Feb 11, 2010

    Maybe I must recognize this story, but I do not.
    I feel sorry for the kids. I did live there too, you know.
    Sad story, sorry.

  • vandersjo on Feb 11, 2010

    The story made me cry!
    It’s a sad story.
    But it’s wel written and i hope it’s not a true story.

  • Gea on Feb 11, 2010

    You forgot to mention I was blamed for making you cry.
    Ah well, we got over it.

    But it was a hard time for all of us.
    Grandma was used to having us next door.
    Havermout was never one of our favorites; I think it is kind of like oatmeal here, but oatmeal is never slimey in the USA.

    I was so homesick, it was an awful feeling.

  • Albert van der Steeg on Feb 11, 2010

    This is the writer of this piece:
    I must express again that this is a story. Some ingredients may really have happened but still: my thumb is thick.

  • Sheri on Feb 11, 2010

    Albert,
    I am addicted to your writings! I can’t wait for more! You are so talented.
    More, more, more, please!!

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