Calm

He is probably the meanest man I know but he loves me more then anything in this world. My grandfather is Jimmy Sims, and yes he has had a hard life to make him the way he is. He is so hatful to everyone except me, his granddaughter. He hurt his neck awhile back and can not do the construction work he used too. He has a cain and wears the same thing everyday, plaid shirt, kaki pants, and brown suspenders. He has a garden that he loves almost as much as me, an everyday him and James go to work out in the garden. James is a 39-year-old African American male and granddaddy’s “worker”. He pays him sometimes for his hard work but mostly just yells at him for not doing it the way granddaddy wanted him too. My grandparents live in South Carolina in a little town named Rock Hill. When I got down to visit them I say in the small room right across from my Grandmother Billy Sims, she cant stand to sleep in the same room as granddaddy because she says, “she is to temped to smother him because he snores so loud.” I was asleep when granddaddy came out of his bed room storming down the hall busted open my grandmothers bed room door and started beating the bed with his cain screaming “BILL, BILL, WAKE UP AND TAKE THIS DAMN DOG TO THE VET!” She said, “well god Jim it is 5:30 in the morning.” I could already tell this was going to be a very bad day. The doorbell rings and I go to the door to answer its James ready to work, I told him that Granddaddy was already out back in the garden. Then I wisped very softly he isn’t very happy to day; all James said was “never is” and got this large smile one his face. When I walked out back to see what they were up to, like always Granddaddy was pointing with his cain telling James what to do, an like always James never raising his head doing exactly what granddaddy’s says too. I went back inside for a little while, but then I head granddaddy yelling and cussing at the top of his lounges I went running through the back yard passed the