I have been wanting to write about my grandma for some time.
Whenever I think about grandma and what a nice person she was, there was this one incident which is etched deeply in my memory.
During my kindergarden age, my parents placed me under grandma’s care while they were at work. Every morning, my dad would drive me to grandma’s house and carry me onto the bed. Usually, I was awake when he carried me into the house, but I feigned sleep as I was lazy to walk myself. Oh well …
One morning, while I was waiting for “aunty” to fetch me to my kindergarden, to my horror, I could not find my slippers! I panicked and cried. (I used to cry a lot when I was young). My grandma suggested me to wear my cousin’s slipper but I refused and kept on crying.
Did she scold me? No.
She put me on her back, and I piggy-backed her while she ran to the sundry shop to buy me slippers. I did not remember exactly if she ran, but she was going really fast, that I am sure. I still remember how little Eunice felt when she was on her grandma’s back. Feelings: suprised, awed, touched, a tinge of guilt …
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Since I always cry (I do not know why) when I was young, my aunt, who stayed with my grandma at time, always felt very irritated. In her futile attempt to shut me up, she would lock herself and I in a room and give me some beatings. ( No worries, those beatings are soft and she just wanted to scare me). All the while, my grandma would be on the other side of the door, knocking on it and asking my aunt to let me go.
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