Everyone is tired of it by now. It's understandable since Grandma has told the story nineteen — not a billion (Shut up, Pete! You can't even count that high.) — times.

(Be nice, Kathryn.)

But not you. You love her stories.

Grandma is at the part where the car came out of nowhere.

"I am averse to violence, unlike your Grammy. So I pulled out my grappler instead of a gun."

Grammy rolls her eyes. Your grandmothers have a lot of stories but you know there are stories they will never tell you.

But that's fine. You will find out on your own. Grandma keeps a journal. You finally found it last week but she caught you before you can even open it.

(I let her shoot at the car a few times before I pulled her to the sky.)

Grandma has a fondness for the sky. She says it's because the sky contains all the secrets of the universe, but you know the real reason. It reminds her of Grammy.

Whenever she looks at Grammy, everyone sees how much she adores her. You see that too but you also see a despondent old woman who is staring at someone she can never quite reach.

You don't know why though because it isn't very hard to impress Grammy. She was so proud of you when you became Tree #3 in a play you were forced into during first grade.

(Your Grandma likes her grand gestures. She can't ask a girl out like a normal person.)

Pete's solution to the problem is to get Grandma to use the teleporter. "She can go anywhere in the Milky way," he said. "That's as close to the sky as she can get."

He frustrates you most of time because he never understands anything you tell him but he always stays close during story time, unlike your siblings and other cousins who tend to disappear from the room.

(I could hardly resist your request to be yanked to the sky.)

He could be your favorite cousin if he would stop interrupting the story.

"Did it work?"

"Well, you are both here, aren't you?" Grandma says.

Grammy laughs. "I don't know," she shrugs. "You already had me when you were fawning over the post-its you found."

See?

But you still see that look in Grandma's expression, like she is staring at an impossible.

You think Grammy sees it too because she always kisses Grandma as if to say, "I'm yours." Then she looks into Grandma's eyes and nods.

You think that means, "You better believe it."

It works every time.

You see that look disappear from Grandma's face and she turns into the happiest person in the world.

And that is your favorite part of the story.