I was very lucky growing up. I had doting aunts, a grandmother and grand-aunts. They all made me feel loved and appreciated and I think they are the reason that I am strong and capable of so much more.
I spent most of my childhood at my grandma’s house. During weekends and school breaks, you could find me there all the time. In fact, I wasn’t that close to my siblings when I was younger because I spent most of my time with my male cousins who also live beside grandma’s house. I loved those days I spent at my grandma’s simply because I got almost everything I wanted while I was there. My grand-aunt would cook whatever dish I wanted. I got to play as long as I wanted and I didn’t have to do the dishes while I was with them. My grandma would make sure that I was well-provided for all the time.
Can you imagine how devastated I am right now that my grandma is very sick? She is bedridden already and is suffering from diabetes. And I can’t do anything but watch her slowly fade away.
My heart is in anguish. I can’t bear to look at her because my heart breaks into tiny pieces just seeing her breathing shallowly.
If only I can take her place I’d do it.
