You walked along the streets to the nursing home. You were planning on very visiting a very special man that you had a warm place in your heart for. Of course, much to surprise, he wasn't your grandfather. It was your (ex)friend's grandfather, whom had abandoned him to drink, party, and all the other illegal things that went with it. You and her used to visit him often, until her downward spiral. Even though you two didn't talk anymore, you still visited her grandfather, since he honestly didn't have anyone else. He was also the person you vented to, about anything and everything.
Opening the door to the home, the front-desk nurse automatically recognized you, waving a friendly greeting.
"Oh hello there, _____! Grandpa Rome's been talking about you!" She smiled, leading you to his room. "He'll be happy to see you."
The nurse quickly ushered you to Grandpa Rome's room, and you walk in to see him sitting in a chair, reading a book and drinking wine..
"Oh, look, it's ____! It's been a while, did you forget about old man Grandpa Rome?" He smiled, pointing to the chair across from him. "Sit and let's talk."
"Alright then." You smiled, happily taking the empty seat beside him.
"I'll leave you two to catch up." The nurse giggled, closing the door behind her.
"So, how's it been, for you ____? Boyfriends? Girlfriends? All the drama that comes with being a young person?" The old man with brown hair spoke, dumping questions on you.
"Yes..and No. Boyfriends and Girlfriends, no. Drama, of course." You sighed with your fingers tapping the arm of the surprisingly comfortable chair you were sitting in.
"Awww, tell Grandpa Rome." He said, leaning forward with genuine interest. You took in a deep breath, knowing you were about to dump everything that was on your mind on the poor old man.
"Well, I went to my cousin's birthday party today."
"Hmm? Parties are fun, aren't they?" Grandpa Rome questioned, leaning back in his chair, still giving you his full attention.
"Not this one. You know, no one bothered to tell me that it was a pool party, so I didn't bring a swimsuit. And I spent some time, and money, picking out a birthday present, which I didn't even get thanked for. And why would my cousin even thank me when it was too much trouble to say hello? That's just the tip of the iceberg." You rambled and vented, thoroughly upset at the days past events.
"Wow, _____, that's incredibly rude of your cousin. You know, in the end, you're still a good person, even if you're not credited for it." Grandpa Rome put on hand on your shoulder. "You know you don't have to put up with that."
"I know, I know, put my Grandparents invited me, so... I thought, why not? I see them twice a year anyways." You huffed, picking up a mint out of the bowl on the coffee table, popping it into your mouth. "The Grandparents are a whole different story.."
"Oh, really? I've never seen you like this before, _____. You've never told me about your cousins or your grandparents. Talk on, please!" He smiled, taking a mint and eating one also.
"Well, it's always been this way, but, I never been treated as well as my cousins. Not like it's that big of a deal, since they're not in my everyday life, but still..we're just incredibly different." You fiddled with hem of your shirt, when the man sitting in front of you spoke.
"How is that? What makes you different from them? You're related, right?"
"Yes, we're related but, you'd never be able to tell. Not by a long shot." Crossing your legs, you continued. "You see, my cousins have more money than me, and are the center of attention. Me, however, I'm like a third wheel, black sheep you could say. I'm not treated the same, nor given the same undivided attention. It's always been this way, just a way of life for me."
"I see. So, you could say it's..picking favorites?" Grandpa Rome frowned, showing disapproval of your family's actions towards you.
"Exactly. They buy my cousins things, and then sneak me money every time they see me, out of guilt you could say. I see them like twice a year, and to be honest, I don't want their money, not any of it. They consider family friends granddaughters, when look, I'm right here! They don't treat me like a granddaughter." You sighed slightly and frowned.
"Hey, cheer up, okay? I know they don't treat you right but there's always a bright side." The old man smiled, being seemingly optimistic.
"Really? What is that?' You asked a bit skeptical, twirling a piece of your in between your fingertips. "I don't see one."
"Oh yes, there is. You don't need your Grandparents." Grandpa Rome took in a breath. "I can be the grandpa you never really had! You can replace the granddaughter than irresponsibility abandoned her old man. Win-win situation, yes?" He smiled, taking a sip of his coffee.
"But, I've always called you Grandpa."
"So...? Everybody calls me Grandpa, but when do you get called a granddaughter?" He questioned. "You know family isn't just who you're blood related too, it's who you deeply care about. I'd like to think we care deeply about each other, correct?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." You smirked. "Thanks, Grandpa Rome."
"I'm taking that as a yes, isn't that right my dear granddaughter, _______." Grandapa Rome smiled, kissing your forehead.
"Oh, and Grandpa Rome?"
"Yes?" He gave you a curious look.
"Why do people call you Grandpa 'Rome'?"
"Well, that's because I'm really old, just like Ancient Rome!"