The day I went to meet my grandmother in the village after a short break from school is something I can never forget. I cherish the moments I spent with my late grandma. She's a very heartwarming and gentle woman, and she loves to see her grandchildren around her.
When I got there, she was so happy to see me, and I was equally happy to see her. I knelt to greet her, and she also prayed with me.
I went to the village on my own; yes, my parents took me on a bus that was going directly to her place so I wouldn't miss my way, and I'm glad I got there safely.
What used to amaze me about this old woman is her English speaking. She would say something that does not correspond to what she actually meant, and I couldn't help but laugh so hard while trying to correct her too.
“Mama, it's not 'suckaway,' it's called 'takeaway.' That's the plate given to you to take home when you attend any ceremony.”
She also mentioned another hilarious statement when she wanted to talk about my cousin's fiancé who came to visit her a month ago.
My grandmother called him Kilpu instead of Phillip. Well, she's not to be blamed because she's already elderly.
I miss my grandma
