Grandmother Memories: What I Remember Most
Filed under Growing Up Stories, Sentimental Thoughts.Small, Spanish-style houses on a quiet street always made me think of fond memories about grandma.
Memories of stories about the olden days under the old mango tree that still proudly stood proudly in the neighborhood. I remember excaping from home late at night to go on a date and my grandma waiting for me and keeping the gate open.
Nowadays whenever I found myself feeling lonely, I would think of these moments and remember how she really cared about me; the memories would always flood my consciousness, bringing a smile to my face and not without a few tears.
My grandma was no longer able to go out much, like she used to when she was younger. She would play bridge with the neighborhood oldies and would always have a few coins for me to buy chips.
From around the corner, I would wait for her to come by… knowing that a smile on her face would mean she won a few rounds.
Often she would ask what’s for dinner then she would launch into a discussion about the current events of the day. Even at 80, she was a walking a crossword puzzle perfectly done, a trivia master who knew the answer to every question on games shows. Most of all, she always had a smile for me.
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