Story - Flamingo

My family is weird.
Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration. They’re fine, a bit too clingy, but what can you do? It’s mostly my grandma… Yeah, that’s it! Let me rephrase:
My grandma is weird.
Not the ‘I’m sitting in a park, staring everybody down as though they have two heads’ kind of weird, but the ‘I have a particular interest towards something and I’m getting everybody around me involved in it’. You see my grandma is absolutely, utterly, hopelessly obsessed with… Flamingos!
She says these birds have multiple messages; she considers them full-fledged oracles and mentions them constantly.
It all started when she and her boyfriend at the time spotted a pair of flamingos on a trip in South America. Seeing a pair when romantically involved means your relationship is bound to last. So they took this to heart, made the next step in the relationship, and integrated them fully into their lives out of respect. I’m talking pink wedding, themed furniture and even a picture or two.
She read as much as she could on them and on what they represent around the world.
They truly have multiple meanings. Balance, Romance, Truth, and many more. But I don’t think they’d be useful on a math test in school, or… ugh, when you have to make decisions like the one I have to make.
Actually, the whole point of this mental conversation is just to figure out how my family (or rather my grandma) would react. How would they react, what would they do if they saw their significant other with another person, happily strolling together in the town square?
…What should I do?...
It’s not like it was serious, we’ve been seeing each other for a month or so, but I had my hopes up this time…
‘Anyway, thinking about my grandma may buy me time, but won’t solve anything. It’s best if I get home and figure something out there for now’ I thought standing up and slamming my head into someone’s bag.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you” I stutter looking at the girl “no worries, glad you weren’t hurt” she says with a big smile. It isn’t until she takes off that I notice her bag’s keychain. One, singular, flamingo.
‘A warning to make some changes!’ my grandma would say. ‘And what do you know’ I think back ‘maybe She’s right this time’.