I don't know if this even counts as a real confession, like, compared to what other people post here. It feels kinda dumb to type it out but it’s been bugging me a lot lately. I guess I’m... hiding stuff? From my grandma, mostly. She lives with us because my dad travels for work and my mom works a lot too, so it’s usually just me and her after school. And she drinks wine. A lot. Like, every single day. I see her pour the first glass around 4:30, after she watches her shows, and then another one, sometimes two before dinner. It’s not like she gets all sloppy or anything, she just gets... quieter. And then sometimes she’ll just like, stare at nothing for a long time. The empties pile up in the kitchen bin, like, every day there’s usually at least three of those dark green bottles. And then when my grandpa comes home on Fridays, she always makes me take the recycling out to the big blue bin in the driveway. It’s always so full, like, a mountain of those bottles, and I always feel SUPER weird about it. So now, I kinda take them out myself, usually after she goes to bed, around 9:30 or 10. I empty the kitchen bin into the big outside one, and then I sorta push the wine bottles to the VERY bottom, underneath all the plastic milk jugs and cereal boxes. So if grandpa takes it to the curb on Saturday, he won't see how many there actually are. I don’t know why I do it. I just... I guess I don’t want him to see. Or like, know. It feels kinda bad to hide it, like I’m lying or something. But it also feels worse if he *does* see them all. I just feel like I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t know what else to do. It’s just... a lot of bottles. Every day.