My grandma
I can’t help but cry when I think about my grandma. She was our pillar of strength during tough times when we were still young and my parents couldn’t do anything with the situation we’re in. She sent us to school when my dad couldn’t afford it. She gave me almost every little thing I asked for when I was young.
Let me tell you, though, that she wasn’t an angel. She could be tough to the people around her. She could be a real monster when she’s angry. But I guess I have the privilege of being the eldest grandchild. She was always kind to me no matter how mischievous I was when I was a kid. I am really lucky to have her.
And now that she is sick, I don’t know what else to do. I am really praying that she won’t suffer anymore. I pray that instead of suffering longer, she be with my mom instead…
