Roisin Steed – Nana’s Special Present

roisinRoisin Steed (nee Glynn) is from Galway. She was Educated at Our Lady’s Bower Athlone, spent twelve years in England. Roisin Glynn Steed worked in the tourist board in Galway and spent twelve years in London where she worked with The Daily Telegraph newspaper selling Irish property and afterwards for the Law Society. She won a prize in Deirdre Purcell short story competition and also won many letters of the week in Sunday Independent prizes.


Nana’s Special Present

While Rose played with her dolls house on the lawn she watched all the people coming and going. Most of them brought flowers and cakes, and she even saw Mr Molloy with bottles of drink under his arm. It must be her Nana’s birthday she thought, but why was she still in bed? They were supposed to be going to buy that lovely pink dress her Grandmother had promised her, but instead Mrs. Murphy had told her to go outside to play. “Your Nana has gone to Heaven so you must be a good girl”.

Rose knew that she was lying, because when she peeped into her Grandmother’s room earlier she saw her still asleep in bed. Father Jarlath came and scooped Rose up into his arms “How’s my best girl’ he said, “Your Nana isn’t with us anymore”. Rose was shocked. She thought that priests never told lies because they were good holy men. She went inside and turned on the radio very loud so that her Grandmother would wake up, and they could go. Mrs Murphy came rushing out and turned it off. She was very cross. Everyone seemed to be sad and quiet.

A big shiny black car pulled up outside the house and there was a huge box in the back. What could it be? Rose thought, Nana’s new Hoover? It must be a special present for her Grandmother’s birthday. She would ask her about it later. Meanwhile she would make a birthday card for her Nana. Rose got her crayons and copybook and sat on the wall. She knew exactly what to draw on the card. All she had to do was copy the big box. The handles were the hardest!

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