It was another Wednesday in college, listening to another boring lecture about psychology. The weekdays pass by, and it was the weekend. I visit my Nanu like every other weekend ever since she passed 2 years ago. My Nanu is my Grandma. She always hated being normal and basic so we decided, my 2 brothers and I, that we should call her Nanu instead of Granny or Grandma. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I wore the clothes that came from my closet, I sprayed the perfume my Nanu wore, and I ate the same chicken flavored ramen like I did every day. The only thing that was different was that I brought some fake flowers to symbolize that my Nanu’s love was forever alive. I stand there for a second and think about what I was going to make for dinner since it was already 5:30. I decide to make an omelet since my Nanu always made them when I came over to her house. I see a little black cat in the distance rubbing their face on a specific gravestone. Everyone says that black cats are unlucky, but I disagree. I've seen this cat before, but this was the first time that it actually came over to me. I pet the cat for a couple of minutes and then I go back to my dorm.

I go home and listen to music. I try my hardest not to cry again. Lately, it's been hard to keep all my emotions inside of me. It's my third year of college and I don't have many people to talk to. My 2 brothers have wives and kids and don't have time. My mom and dad are divorced and I really only talk to my mom. My dad wasn't as close to Nanu as my mother and I are. I decide to call my mom. We try our hardest not to cry, but it was near to impossible. I tell her about the cat I met, and she said that she has seen that cat around too. She tells me that the cat's name is Tika. Mom also informs me that Tika’s owner died 5 years ago and has been at that gravestone ever since just like me. My Nanu was always very into rituals. That’s the main reason why I come every weekend.

I finish my essay for phycology and go to sleep. The next day I woke up to a pounding alarm. I thought it was my alarm clock, so I decided to go back to sleep. My roommate, Mariah, wakes me up five minutes later telling me that the fire alarm was pulled. This had been going on for a week now, and it has been the same people who were doing it. I thought the dorm advisors had already figured out and punished the students who pulled it, but I guess that theres more to the group. Moriah and I were talking about it when the loudspeaker turned on and the school administrator, Dr.Wells, starts talking in a disappointed tone, “ Everyone that was a part of pulling the fire alarm must come to the counseling office.”

It's Thursday and feeling kind of sad and missing my Nanu, so I decide to go to her grave early. I visit her, cried a little, and leave. I’m walking back, and I’m about 5 minutes away from my dorm when I realize that Tika, was following me! I tell her to go back. I even show her, but she continues to follow me. I decide to keep her for the night. I go to Target on the way back to get the cat food and then go straight to my dorm so I can hide Tika. To Be Continued . . .