She's Tell The Water Story Again

One summer day in Palestine, my whole family gathered together in my grandparents dining room for a family reunion. I was too busy stuffing my mouth with my grandma’s delicious mash potatoes, when all of a sudden the room erupted with laughter. I asked my cousin, Nada, who was sitting next to me, “What’s so funny?” She looked at me with a deadpan face and said, “She’s telling them about the “water story” again.” I sighed, “She says that story all the time.” The reason for my indifference feeling is that she tells us this story every time we visit her. The story, or what my cousins and I call it the “water story”, is about the time when my grandmother went with my mother to visit America for the first time. Being an alien in a different country,