[ WP ] Your grandparents always playfully bickered in their native language . To surprised them , you took lessons , but now you understand what they 're really saying ...

I opened the front door and blurted out, `` hello my lovely grandma and grandpa, you there?'' My grandma came and hugged me tightly. She smelled of clean laundry and sage. She looked at me with the same warm, loving look she always has and said, `` welcome home deary, dinner is all ready. Come! Eat with us, your grandpa is at the table.'' I had been looking forward to this for years, and no not lasagna and casserole. I had been looking forward to finally hearing what my grandparents had actually been saying all these years. I had n't told her I learned elvish just in case they would adjust their typical vocabulary when talking. I wanted to see them how they truly were, away from constraints of trying to behave and act caring towards me. I sat down at the table and said, `` grandpa how are you! How was the surgery?'' You see my grandpa had just had surgery and was still groggy. I did n't want to hug him because he was rather fragile still. He looked up and smiled, waving at me. My grandma sat down and said something in elvish and my jaw dropped and I got up from the table and I ran towards the door. I heard what she said, `` so today is finally the day we end his pathetic fucking life. The fool still thinks we are his grandparents.''
