Greetings, my dear friends and family, how are you? How are the first days of your week? I hope your days be sunny, and your nights be full of stars. Your heart be full of hope and your eyes be full of sparks. Your homes be full of love and your loved ones be healthy. Thank you for always warming my heart with your kind comments.
I want to thank my very dear supporters, who have always supported me along this way, I am in power with you, thank you for always standing by my side. It is a great honor to be with you. God bless you...
Many thanks to our dear Rusty, who has visited all my articles so far, and I thank God for that. Sometimes I get worried when he comes to me later, but in the end, in an unbelievable moment, he shows me his generosity again.
Today when I went to buy some vegetables from the street near our house, I saw an old lady with a bent back, struggling to pick the vegetables she wanted in the cold. I was overwhelmed watching her, she seemed to have been a beautiful and enchanting woman from time immemorial. Her hands trembled as she picked the fruits and vegetables. I told her, ma'am, do you want me to help you? She said thank you, my daughter, I'm done. She went ahead and counted, she barely picked up her shopping bags and left. I finished my shopping soon, and I ran after her, I saw her carrying those bags with difficulty, I ran and took her shopping bags, I said let me help you, she thanked me all the way to the door of her house, and wished me well. It felt very good to me, to be honest, that lady reminded me of my dear grandmother. I was always willing to do anything for my grandma because I loved her so much. But it is a pity that she is no more, sometimes I really want her to be, but what can I do that I can only be happy with her memories.
Sometimes, when I miss her so much, I close my eyes and imagine the moment when she opens the door to me, I hug her tightly and kiss her cheek, she always smells of jasmine. I try to remember her smell in my mind. I don't want to forget the smell of Grandma one day.
Whenever she knew I wanted to go to her home, she would prepare the food I liked. Her cooking was the best, and I know the taste of those foods will not be repeated for me.
My grandmother, despite her age, was very modern, when I was still single and younger, she always told me, Ellen, why don't you look after yourself more, why don't you put on makeup, why don't you put on red lipstick, why don't you dye your hair, why don't you have a boyfriend. And I loved her open mind... 😄😍
She always spoke very nicely and fluently, and always showed her original accent in her words to the listener, when she spoke so sweetly, I just fainted for her.
Sometimes when I miss her, I close my eyes, and remember her beautiful voice, when she prayed before going to bed at night, or she wakes up early in the morning and prays her morning prayer with that beautiful voice. In the old days, I was asleep in all those moments, and I enjoyed hearing her voice. Now, sometimes at night before going to sleep, when I close my eyes, I try to remember her calm voice, while she is praying.
When I was upset from everywhere and my heart was full of sorrow, I just took refuge in Grandma's house, because she was the only one who could take care of me.
From my childhood, my mother went to work, and it was my grandmother who was always by my side since I was a child. We were very interdependent. When she left, she tore a piece of my heart and took it with her. Still, when I remember her, my throat aches, and tears well up in my eyes. I just try to close my eyes and remember her Jasmine's smell... Grandma's memories are still an integral part of my life...
How sweet you are my dear Ellen to your grandma and yet we really missed them same with me also. Memories will stays forever in our hearts.