My Bunka by Elizabeth

In a few weeks I am going to go and see my bunka for Memorial Day. I am super excited about it because I never get to see her. But there’s a reason for that, and that is that she is like right on the edge of Detroit. And my dad lives in a small town named St.Joe. When I do see her I try to make it count. And I also get to see other people to almost every time I go there. But the sad part is that she is in a retirement home witch means she’s old. Her husband (my papa) died when I was 5. But I got over it, and so did she. I need to spend my time wisely with her. by Elizabeth