She was quietly laying down on the couch when I came in. I closed the door ever so quietly, wanting to just give her a kiss on the forehead and leave but she heard it anyway. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she stood up and gave me a tight embrace. Her frail arms enveloped me and I could feel her hollow cheeks on mine. I led her back to the couch and sat with her.
“There’s coffee and crackers on the dining table, do you want some?,” she delightfully asked.
“No, lola. I’m going to a birthday dinner and I don’t want to ruin my appetite.” I said with a smile.
“Oh, that’s exciting! Can you bring home some food for me?” She paused like she was thinking about what type of food she wanted. She wanted noodles and some rice cakes so I said I would bring her some.
She started talking about my grandfather who passed away two months ago. They met at a place so far from where we were and she loved him. She went on about the difficulty of a long distance marriage when my lolo had to work overseas to support her and their six children. “Love is a difficult thing,” she said with misty eyes. Then there was silence. I thought she fell asleep but then she touched my hand and asked delightfully, “There’s coffee and crackers on the dining table, do you want some?,”
I looked at her with sadness yet I gave her the brightest smile I could muster. “No, lola. I’m going to a birthday dinner and I don’t want to ruin my appetite.”
“Oh, that’s exciting! Can you bring home some food for me?”
Today’s writing prompt from Robin Tuthill of LinkedIn’s Freeing The Writer Within:
Describe a grandparent.