My Grandparents

It was breakfast. I went downstairs to have my breakfast. Just when I entered the kitchen, I saw her, my grandma. She was boiling the water. As I greeted her with a good morning, she asked me to have the breakfast. She has prepared it, not only for me but for everyone.

A smile came to her face as she told me what she bought.  

She was happy preparing breakfast for all of us, even when she knew that we can prepare by ourselves. A guilt feeling embraced my heart, because I was like depending on her.

I replied her with a smile, and started eating my breakfast on the dining table.

Then, I saw him, my grandpa. He was sitting there beside me, playing his Sudoku, which has become his routine every morning. I greeted him good morning. But he didn’t reply, he didn’t even notice that I was sitting beside him.

I knew that his hearing wasn’t that good anymore, so I greeted him a little bit louder. Then, he finally heard and saw me; he greeted me back, and continued with his Sudoku.

I observed him with his game. He noticed me observing him, and started explaining me the rules and how to play. I had known it already, yet he still repeated it again.

I just listened, as always. Listen to this old man that had taken a good care of me for the past three years.

After that, my grandma came and sat in the dining room. She started reading the newspaper, and checked the four digit information. This had become a habit to her.

Then, the two of them would start talking.

I was there listening to them talking to each other, and at the same time looking at them.

They are so old.

I know they had always loved to talk, which is why I always become a listener.

A couple of days ago, during dinner time grandma started talking about the grandchildren. I was the mischievous one. Not really, the kind of kid that can stay still. Another thing was I used to talk… a lot.

I could see her face beaming with happiness when she told me those moments. My grandpa gave me a funny and happy expression when telling those stories as well.

Then, she also told me about my mother childhood time.

I kept up with the conversation until they brought the old album of my mother childhood time. They explained to me the details again. I could see their eyes giving me those look. The “Time flies so fast look”.

Yeah, time did fly so fast for them. I can see how much they cherish those moments that had passed. They cherished every bit of it. The good and bad.

I feel grateful for having them.

They are really amazing.