“Grandma,” Celia’s voice was quiet in the sunlight. The Alabama sky stretched over her as she looked to her grandmother who was on her hands and knees, weeding a flower bed.
“Yes, child.” Her grandmother sat back to look at her.
A lump caught in the girls throat. She didn’t know how to say this. “Granny,” she managed. “I got invited to go over to Jaida’s house.” Her grandmother thought that friends were noneducational and that Celia would benefit more from spending time with Austen, Dickens, Homer and Dumas. Which might have been true. Celia knew her grandmother still held tight to how she had been raised. Even so, technology was slowly creeping into her life. Celia had noticed it, too. She spent less and less time with Granny outside and more time inside on her phone playing games, texting her friends. But one day… one day Granny would be gone and then Celia would feel guilty.: because she had let technology take her away from Granny. And the world had taken Granny.
That’s how I see it. People let things take them away from their family. They think of Apple and Blackberry as technological devices, not healthy, wholesome fruits. Yes, I think technology takes our time but only if we let it.
So I have made a point to spend time with my family: before they’re gone.