Amazing Kids! Magazine

Banana Bread

By Abby Park, age 13

 

Today grandma was wearing her usual clunky, rubber, pale green sandals. These were grandma’s favorite kind, since the soles were made out of cloudfoam. She was striding towards the grocery store, her reusable bag in one hand, grandson in the other. The grandson was using all his might to keep up with grandma, but no matter how fast his stumpy legs moved, he would always fall behind.

The grandma and her grandson crossed over the tactile paving, and then entered the store through the sliding doors.

The little boy stuck his nose into the air, pretending as if he were some secret detective who could smell his favorite food and determine what direction to walk in. His eyes veered from left to right, scanning everything that he saw as his grandma filled her basket with a carton of eggs, 2 courts of milk, as he tried running towards the barrel of almonds. His chubby legs were moving, but his body wasn’t.

Grandma chuckled. She always loved the sight of him trying to drag her with him.

With a sigh of defeat, the grandson finally asked, “Gramma, can I have some ahmonds?”
Grandma knew that even if she said no, he wouldn’t listen and instinctively grab the cellophane bag, flip it inside out, and scoop up his desired amount of almonds, which was always more than he could stomach.

But grandma loved him, so she pulled the bag from the roll and handed it to him. Grandma picked him up and dangled him over the barrel.

He excitedly grabbed the bag from her hand and scooped the almonds out of the barrel. He checked the bag to make sure he was getting enough almonds to last him.

“Done, gramma!”

Grandma took the bag and tied a knot at the end of it. She shifted the bread to one side of her basket, and plopped the almonds on top of the eggs.

She carried the basket, to the cash registers.

“Good mornin’. Welcome to Trader Joe’s,” the cashier reflexively said, flipping her ponytail back and a wrapped loaf of sweet-smelling banana bread.

He gasped, and tugged grandma’s hanover her shoulder.
She pulled the almonds out of the basket and weighed them. The little sign at the top of the register blinked a green $1.50. She scanned the every item and said, “2.29 for the eggs, 3 for the milk, 2.50 for the nuts, and 2.50 for the banana bread.” She looked up. “Good choice, by the way. It’s the best in town. Your total is 10.29. Would you like anything else, ma’am?”

“ ‘scuse me, how much was my total?”

“10.29, ma’am.”

Grandma pulled out her makeshift Ziploc wallet, and counted her neatly stacked dollar bills and scattered coins. She looked down at her last single and recounted it, hoping that an extra dollar would appear out of thin air. But it didn’t. She looked over to her groceries and grabbed the freshly baked banana bread that she had been saving up for over at least 2 months.

“Wait here, ok?” She told her grandson.

Grandma solemnly walked over to the shelfful of bread and placed it in the empty slot. She quickly went back over to the register to make sure her grandson was fine.

“Will that be all for you today?” the cashier said with a forced smile.

“Yes.”