She's changed. You can see it in her eyes, the way she holds herself now. For years you were scared that she had no purpose in life, with no job, that she would never find that special someone, that she would die unhappy, unfulfilled, alone.
You're lucky in that respect. You have a daughter, who can sometimes be a terrifying woman, but at the end of the day, she loves you just as much as you love her, and you have a granddaughter who's more like a friend than a relative. It's the granddaughter you worry about though, because you know you're not going to be there forever for them.
"I'm waiting," she says, when you ask her about it. She's looking up at the stars, something she's been doing a lot of lately, you've noticed.
"What for?" you ask in return. When you look up, it seems like there is nothing there, at least nothing that you wouldn't expect to see. You've spent a long time watching the stars, but you know she is watching for something. "Christmas?"
She gives an odd laugh, not her usual hearty one, designed to attract attention. This one is more like a quiet, personal one. "Yeah, something like that, Gramps," she would reply. You could do nothing but frown, and wonder. Wonder what it was she saw, what she knew, what she was looking for.
"Don't wish your life away, love," you say, worried about her. No boyfriend, no proper job, just... drifting.
"I'm not, Gramps," she says, smiling in return. "I'm waiting. For him."
"Yeah. The one who opened my eyes."
"Who is he?" You can't help but ask, because it's obvious that she has been influenced by him. You're not even sure how you feel about that – jealous, because someone has finally had that affect on her, and you don't know who it is, or what they want; worried, because instead of day dreaming in the real world, she's taken staring at the stars, and fascinated, because of the way she talks about him. All of these wash over you at once, and you feel drained after the thought.
"Oh just someone I let fly away," she says, smiling.
"Well, fly after him!" you say, laughing to yourself. "You don't give up, Donna. You never do."
"You're right," she says in response. "I'm gonna find him, and then you'll see. It's all out there." As you look at her, you see something you never thought you would on her face – determination. It makes you smile to finally find it in her.
"You do that, my love."
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