A Remembrance to Grandma

     When 12-year-old Paul came home from school, he found his mother in the basement sorting Grandma’s things for a garage sale the next day.
     “You’re not going to sell Grandma’s what- not shelf?” asked Paul.
     “I’ve lived with this shelf since I was a little girl,” said his mother.
     “But Mom, you can’t, its Grandma’s, she loved it,” said Paul.
     “Paul, it’s been six months since Grandma died. I know she loved it, but the shelf doesn’t fit in our house. It’s time to get rid of it.” said mother
     “But Mom,” said Paul, pleading, “It’s beautiful. I love it. Can’t I have it?”
     “No, Paul do you know how long I have lived with this shelf? I’m tired of it, and it’s tired of me. It was my Grandmother’s shelf. I always had to dust it when I was a kid and I hated it.”
     “I’ll promise to dust it, if you keep it,” said Paul.
     “Paul, let it go! I checked out the value of this shelf with Sue Reeves and she said we could ask $ 200 for it easily. Subject closed for discussion.”
Paul glared at his mother and stomped up the stairs.