My Grandmother
If I could confront anyone from the past it would be my mother's mom, my grandmother. She died when I was young around the age of 8 and I can remember what she looked like and the way she spoke. I can vividly walk through the way I remember her house to look like and I haven't been in it for many years.  There are so many questions I would ask her now if I could. I have tried to get answers from my mother and she does not have answers. My grandmother and my mother seem so opposite. I would ask her about why she choose to work at a popcorn factory and why she moved from California to the Midwest. I would ask her about where our family roots are and what her mother was like or her grandmother. I would thank her for the dolls she gave me for Christmas and I would tell her how much I enjoyed them over the years.  I would tell her all about the years she missed in my life and ask her what advice she would have given me during the hard times.