The PSP Junkie

My granny is one of the sweetest person on Earth. She's very generous, loving, and thoughtful. Every summer, we would visit her in North Carolina, and she would see to it that we would have the grandest vacation of our lives. She's very lenient than my mom who usually yells everytime we would run around the house. My grandma love her rowdy boys unconditionally and even if she's old and crunchy, we return the same flavor of love.My kid brother was almost sure to have a Play Station Portable in grandma's package last summer. He wrote for it and begged with sorrow so he's drama would pay off. Soon as he got his PSP, he never cared for anything anymore. He spent all day playing, or if not playing, he would sleeping. My mom warned him to limit his use, but he could always sneak it out. Well the worst came when he's starting to flunk in school and most of his allowance were spent on game accessories. He yells back and he's beginning to annoy everybody, even me. He's starting to get to my nerves. Spending Christmas with us, grandma took a peculiar note on my brother's distant attitude. He used to be charming like Macaulay Culkin, but he's now turning into Dennis the Menace. Perhaps we also have to take credit for what happened, but most should be blamed on PSP. He wasn't in control anymore, he's hooked and it's bothers us. My grandma took charge. She smashed the PSP on the wall. While my brother begged, she held out like a stone. I know it's hard for her but this timely piece of gadget may not be suitable for everybody, or maybe not for my brother.Since then, she no longer pamper us with just expensive gifts, but more of her love. She would rather splurge on travels. And we understood how important it is to spend time with the family. There's more to actual interaction than a fantasy game. Just last month, she passed away. But we'll always remember her not as a doting grandma, but a woman of love.