IWas Upset That My Grandfather Only Left Me an Old Apiary until I Looked into the Beehives The biggest disappointment my late grandfather, who had promised me the world and told me stories of hidden treasure, had left me was an old, dusty apiary.<\/p>\n
Who puts their grandchild in a shack full of insects? Up until the day I looked inside the beehives, this horrible joke of an inheritance felt like a slap in the face. The morning was ordinary. Aunt Daphne glanced at the disarray on my bed through her glasses. \u201cRobyn, have you packed your bag yet? \u201dI moaned and covered my phone, saying, \u201cI\u2019m texting Chloe.\u201d \u201cBus time is almost here! Prepare yourself.\u201d As she stuffed books into my backpack, Aunt Daphne said. I noticed the time. 7:58 a.m.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, okay,\u201d I sighed as I stood from the bed. She extended a shirt, ready to be ironed, for me.<\/p>\n
You realize that this isn\u2019t what your grandfather had in mind for you. He thought you would be self-sufficient and strong. And the beehives he abandoned? They won\u2019t take care of themselves.\u201d I thought about Grandpa and the honey and the bees. But suddenly all I could think about was Scott, my crush, and the next school dance. \u201cMaybe tomorrow, I\u2019ll check them out,\u201d I responded while arranging my hair. \u201cYou never get to see tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Robyn, Grandpa had faith in you. She persisted, \u201cHe wanted you to look after the apiary. <\u201cLook, Aunt Daphne,\u201d I remarked acerbic. \u201cI\u2019ve got better things to do than take care of Grandpa\u2019s bees!\u201d I saw the tears well up in Aunt Daphne\u2019s eyes and her face collapse. However, I ignored her dejected expression and hurried out as soon as the school bus honked. I was thinking about Scott on the bus, not about the apiary Grandpa Archie had given me. \u201cWho wants an apiary?<\/p>\n
\u201d I pondered, irritated by the obligation. But Aunt Daphne brought it up again the following day. She chastised me for ignoring housework and used my phone excessively. She yelled, \u201cYou\u2019re grounded, young lady!\u201d and I looked up from my phone at that moment. \u201cStabilised? For what purpose?\u201d<\/p>\n
I objected. She said, \u201cFor shirking responsibility,\u201d bringing up the abandoned apiary. \u201cThe beehive? That ineffective apiary?\u201d I sneered. \u201cRobyn, it\u2019s all about accountability. Aunt Daphne remarked, her voice choked with emotion, \u201cThat\u2019s what Grandpa wanted for you. \u201dI objected, saying, \u201cLook, Aunt Daphne, I\u2019m afraid I\u2019ll get stung!\u201d She retorted, \u201cYou\u2019ll be wearing protective gear.\u201d \u201cA little fear is normal, but you can\u2019t let it stop you.<\/p>\n
\u201dI went reluctantly to the apiary. Inquisitive and afraid at the same time, I moved closer to the hive. With my heart racing, I removed the bulky gloves I was wearing and started collecting honey from the hive.<\/p>\n
My glove was suddenly stung by a bee. I was about to give up when I felt a wave of resolve wash over me. I have to get this done. I had to show Aunt Daphne that I was not the careless, reckless fourteen-year-old she assumed me to be. I found a fading map with odd markings inside a weather-beaten plastic bag I found inside the hive while extracting honey.<\/p>\n
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