The crowds of people kept filing in and out of the kitchen, giving me more work to do. At one point I stepped away from the sink to complain to my mother, and sure enough, as soon as I stepped away, somebody turned the lights out again. I started yelling about it and turned them back on, and a woman next to me, with short blonde hair, explained that she had terrible problems with her eyes (like my aunt) and that the light hurt them. I calmed down, felt like an idiot, and turned the lights back off.
It was around this point that my Grandmother showed up. She was always very picky about cleanliness, and I was stressing because I wasn't ready - the kitchen was still a mess. Even though she couldn't see very well after the stroke, she could still always spot the tiniest little bit of dirt on the floor, and, sure enough, she started noticing little spots of dirt on the floor. I got down on my hands and knees and started trying to clean them all up as quickly as I could.
