So I wrote mostly the whole story New Years Eve. I typed it up, printed it out, and gave it to my parents to read, and Megan and I left to watch Twilight. The next morning, Megan and I left early and picked up our cousin Britney and a friend and went out, shopped, watched Australia, and ate at Paradise Bakery. While we were are our cousins house, my mom called. She said, "You made him read and cry."
Grandpa wakes up early most days. That morning he had gone down and was eating his frosted flakes that he always eats each morning at the table. On the table was the story I had wrote. His late wife's name caught his eye and he read the whole thing. He says he loves it and that I had put a lot of stuff that had actually happened without even knowing it.