Grandma

She often told me stories of her younger years and how much she longed for her youth. The creases along her face told me hardships she had faced and endured . Not once did I stop to think. Maybe just maybe she was someone else besides the character she portrayed.
She spoke of love, spoke of the daring things she did, how much she missed home, how she met him and how she fell madly in love with him.
I use to over hear her conversations. It was an abundance of joy her youth. She loved my grandpa and after his death during the war in Cambodia in the 1970’s, she could love no other and remain single for the rest of her life. And I a little girl lost in my own world, with cut up knees and dirt in between my nails. Knew nothing of love, but the one she gave me ..
My grandmother raised me until I was 7 years old. We were inseparable than. She was my everything and growing up moving back with my mom was such a big turn for me. I remember crying for hours and wanting to return home to her... - Tena